The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Sunday, February 26, 2017
IT WAITS
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It waits.
It waits for me.
Can I do it?
Will I do it?
Should I jump?
Will I jump?
The salt air.
The strong waves.
The wet breeze.
It calls to me.
My siren calls.
Goodbye to all.
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