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Amee Laine Feb 2014
He looked at me and smiled
I looked back in surprise
For we were sitting so high up
The stars reflected in his eyes
We nodded and he grabbed my hand
I edged forward and sat on the edge
I looked down and sighed
We were twenty stories up and on a concrete ledge
I closed my eyes and didn't let his hand go
Whilst we fell and fell

We didn't fall slow.

— The End —