Lying across a broken river,
The bridge kneels beside the shoreline.
My knuckles bleed steadily with the force I wield,
So only you may make the journey safely.
Not slipping, not tired, just watch as you glide,
Make the last step so I may let go and fall.
Slip.
Lying across a broken river,
The bridge kneels beside me on the shoreline.
You're small from this distance, and dizzy,
But I grin as you run away safely, knowing my eyes may worry no longer.
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