November 23, 2009
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A whisper of wind across her warm flushing skin,

reminds her of what she is doing,

and as she toes the edge,

closer to the ledge,

She recalls the life she is hewing

But then

Reason pulls her back

Because she's always had that knack

of loving others till it hurt her..

and now she is sure

She can live with the hurt until

no whisper of wind touches her

cold dead skin

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