Isn’t it curious
how the waterfall’s
initial selfie appeal
can, within seconds
of staring at it,
metamorphose
into silent
suicidal zeal?
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Isn’t it curious
how the waterfall’s
initial selfie appeal
can, within seconds
of staring at it,
metamorphose
into silent
suicidal zeal?