Baked
in an ephemeral state
(i know, i know)
...it's passing...
like a moon-lit tide,
fading in
and out
of the horizon.
She took my hand,
but it's slipping...
(sometimes, sometimes i slip, too)
...I'm trying
as hard as I can
to hold on.
"C'est pas si grave que ça, ma belle..."
(je sais, je sais)
...just a little longer
on the edge.
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