The only thing between me and the river
is 6 inches of steel
cold; rusted orange
a dull magnet
it dares me to the edge
laughing at my cowardice
i want to touch it, pass it
plunge into the icy river
feel the cold, sharp rocks
but something holds me back
takes my hand
kisses me
and it's gone
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