Teetering Edge

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On the ledge
Water’s edge
Face to face with death

Falling to pieces
You’re my glue
But what if your presences ceases?

Teetering on the cliff
The slightest amount of wind
And I could plummet

Slowly sliding off
Will you catch me
Or let me fall?

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