standing on the edge
broken
looking over
so far down
the passing cars glancing up
as i glance back
i drop your picture
watching it float to the busy streets
i hear your words
your elegant voice saying:
"i love you"
then i relize why im here
not to watch the passing cars
not to see your dropping picture
to see my falling, broken shadow on the sides of the buildings
to stop my broken heart
on the edge
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