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Friday, June 24, 2011


There I am.
Gripping the edge.
Can't see below.
But you say there's a ledge.
Trust me you say.
Just let go.
But I can't see it
and I don't know.
I ask what if the ledge ain't there?
The drop is far and I am scared.
You'll not fall far,
it's right below you.
It cought me,
It'll catch you too.
So I let go.
And I start to fly.
There is no ledge.
And so I die

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