I am writing a book on mental health is Seven-Liners. This is one little epsiode from it.
Ripped Ripples When she dived off the bridge ripples broke free from the surface Her throbbing heart had thumped a pounding shiver into darkness Concentric circles brought a mirror image to the bottom of the river Tampered with undulations and quivers’ hesitation now absolved Strafed yet scarfed she placed layer upon layer into a slumbering swirl One never jumps into the same river twice she pondered as she Cherished the everlasting moment of lonely saltation with no return
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