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Sep 17, 2005 09:41

Make contact.
Never reject the concrete's kiss,
Never expect an end like this.
You're missing it -
It's something so much more than us,
The point, the big picture,
Only viewable from atop this skyscraper.
Hold onto this feeling,
This is the last tangeable part of me.
Let your fear of heigts hold you to the ground,
Your head held high.
Just wait and see me...
I'll be down in a second.
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