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Dec 2024
The fault line grows as I reach for your hand.
Will you pull me closer or let the Earth swallow me whole?
The ground beneath my feet crumbles but I don't dare move.
To fall for you is certain death.
Nichole Legg
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Nichole Legg  24/F/West Virginia
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