Peak over the peak
Before you even think
about jumping.
And then,
With every precaution,
Take a few steps back,
And think about what you're doing.
Don't be so sure that
she'll catch you.
If she does,
It'll only be for
three,
four,
months.
You'll fall right through her,
From your favorite niche in her body.
Down
Down
Down
Like Wily Coyote.
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