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a crunch
pop, hiss,
steam shoots through the tiny spaces
years of caked on rust crumble in your hands
while you can't remember the path you took
you know its not the one that lies before you
so you turn around
only to find yourself hanging by one foot
on the edge of a thunderstorm
the dark gray water trickles over the smooth curves of the cloud
inching up your leg, down your back, through your hair
mixing with your own tears
and yet
with all of the tears, and the fear of heights
comes a respect for life
and the things that are in it
and though the weight of the world
crushes your soul
the weight will soon be lifted
and you'll find just what it is
that makes you complete
pop, hiss,
steam shoots through the tiny spaces
years of caked on rust crumble in your hands
while you can't remember the path you took
you know its not the one that lies before you
so you turn around
only to find yourself hanging by one foot
on the edge of a thunderstorm
the dark gray water trickles over the smooth curves of the cloud
inching up your leg, down your back, through your hair
mixing with your own tears
and yet
with all of the tears, and the fear of heights
comes a respect for life
and the things that are in it
and though the weight of the world
crushes your soul
the weight will soon be lifted
and you'll find just what it is
that makes you complete