The Ledge
standing on a ledge, angry waves roar below waiting, wanting to slip but your legs won't move cold wind pulls at your hair, bitter rain stings your face alone you linger crying, waiting, longing for the fall Written December 18th, 2000 © on Jan 24 2002 04:45 AM PST 18 • 6 • 1
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