Leo Warne

November 9, 1998 - Kansas
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Paper Cliffs

A paper cliff, and a crashing wave,
stick figures walking across the page,
nighttime curls,
and the darkness furls,
and in the starlight's shadows,
there grows to be a gallows.

Towards the ledge,
come back from the edge.
Figures turns around,
nearly could have drowned

Erase the line,
go back in time......
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