hanging there its waiting

each and every little part

dangling just on the edge

the avalanche in my heart

snow melted has frozen,

stones skitter on a rink,

quick to rip and tumble

before I can even think

waiting at a precipice

crawling ever nearer

my fate in your hands

kismet never clearer

further descent of snow

dead weight on icy rock

I can...

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