Thursday, March 5, 2009

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Tremulous steps

Toward the depth

Of your grand canyon of

These things

Captivating...can’t walk away

Knowing certainly death awaits over the edge

An old hurt struggles...can no longer keep its hold

A new life gleaming

Appealing...held in those hands

Afraid...no more

I’ve looked to those hills...

My help was revealed

With no parachute

No thinking...just feel...

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