Precipice

I grip it with my toes
That phantasmagoric line between living and dying

Behind rise the hairs on my neck
Ahead my heart pumps furiously

To live is to die
Yet I am not finished living

I grip the precipice with my toes
When I stop living I will die.

Precipice

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