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Cliffhanger

With my fingertips
Slipping from your tired sweaty grip,
A bead of sweat drips.
I bite my lip.

Beneath, the cave bellows
And the breeze
Gingerly dashes our dreams
In a… reckless demeanor.

The wind whistles.
Our problems dissolve.
Frozen in time,
The moment we fall

--Onesta F., Adult