Fragile on the edge,
A feather touch,
To push me,
Don’t do it,
Don’t believe it
Don’t try and see.
Where I’ll go,
Where I’m going,
Losing grip now,
Slipping, in the air,
No where to land,
Pull me back,
Catch my line,
Won’t you?
So close to nothing,
So little between,
One,
More,
Thing,
And I’m,
There.


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