Across the way a man is seen falling from the cliff.
He wears all black.
He spreads his arms out wide, as if flying.
I look away and my thoughts turn to grey.
The others say he slipped.
I think, he must be unafraid of dying.
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Across the way a man is seen falling from the cliff.
He wears all black.
He spreads his arms out wide, as if flying.
I look away and my thoughts turn to grey.
The others say he slipped.
I think, he must be unafraid of dying.