The Ledge
I stand on this ledge… Teetering back and forth on the edge…
I weave precariously, slipping on my tears…
I look to the heavens as I swallow my fears…
A warm breeze gently caresses my face…
There is no more time, and there is no space…
I stand with my arms over my head…
I am not alive, nor am I dead…
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