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Aug 2014
You take me by the hand
and lead me to the
edge of ecstasy.
But you don't just push me over.
That would be too easy.
You convince me to j
                                      u
                       ­                  m
                                              p
with the promise that you'll be
there to catch me.
By the time I crash to the ground
you're  l     o     n     g   gone.
Dana Taylor
Written by
Dana Taylor  California
(California)   
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