Quarry’s Edge

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The view is beautiful as I stand on the edge


Looking straight not at the plunge of death


Blind I proceed into what I think is love


Not realizing I can’t take flight, like a small dove


His professions of love make me believe


As I plummet towards the rocks with my mistaken steps


He looks at me without emotion, as I fall into a forever black potion


For his love was never a notion.

FancyJ London ©2014

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