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Photo 101, Edge

I’ll follow you to the very edge
and if you push me down,
I’ll pull you to the earth with me
and stick you in the ground.

You might become a flower,
Though, more likely, you’ll be a weed
for you are lacking in the goods
that a flower would surely need.


I, however, will be the tree
you’ll look up to til forever
the constant reminder of all your faults,
the relic of a sad endeavor.

You will be my blackened token,
misspent youth upon the ledge.
I’ll forever hate myself
for following you to the edge.


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