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My Boy
by May Golda

I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.

There I stared into the void, the nothingness.

I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.

Stillness

I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.


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My Boy
by May Golda

I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.

There I stared into the void, the nothingness.

I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.

Stillness

I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.


......

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