HAPPINESS HAS THAT
QUOTIENT OF DREAD
Thought it was so, could have sworn :
10 years old and already gone.
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I was standing on top of some large
oil tank, one they were soon going
to stick in the ground - it was already
next to its hole. Like a grave by time,
just waiting.
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A few days passed and it all got the
better of me. I climbed to its top, and
jumped. Momentarily - I'd suppose -
a free man flying. Five stitches
later, along the top of my knee,
no difference was noticed at all.
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