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I want to stand on the edge of a tall building-pressed against the steely bars, the wrought-iron coils of metal, icy on my legs I want to stand on the edge of love, with you hold my arms above my head let you absorb all that I am drunken and stupid- hesitant and wanting the creamsicle orange of a sunset- the brilliant pink smear of a sailor's-trouble-sunrise with you. Everything with you. Standing on the edge of everything, you. Tell me you want to stand with me too.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
The Edge With You.
I want to stand on the edge of a tall building-pressed against the steely bars, the wrought-iron coils of metal, icy on my legs I want to stand on the edge of love, with you hold my arms above my head let you absorb all that I am drunken and stupid- hesitant and wanting the creamsicle orange of a sunset- the brilliant pink smear of a sailor's-trouble-sunrise with you. Everything with you. Standing on the edge of everything, you. Tell me you want to stand with me too.
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Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
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