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seventy-five feet from the ground the wind hits my face
i love the water
the way the moonlight makes it gleam
the breeze pushing my hair out of my sight
stroking my hand along the bars my only barrier
the temperature is cold as winter's ice
the stars are like eyes watching me
sparkling with eagerness but yet not as eager as the gardens
they are calling me but this time in whispers
the intonation upsetting to the ear but pleasing to the mind
expressed in motions of wind and breeze with the sway of grass and trees
dancing with the ripple of the water
peacefully as if it knows
they know
i know
but tonight i will not let go
for you give reason for my heart to love
and reason not to jump into river's flood
only the blood of me will please my demon
a collection of her's excelled into obsession
commanding me to jump but i rebel her
because my heart beats and my lungs breathe
for now, for you, i breathe
