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| leap

you promised to put me
on the top of the world
and true to your promises
you did but when
i hung my feet
out of the window
my toes kissing the cold air
threatening you that i would jump
it was a crazy idea to think
that your arms of gold
would be waiting open
to offer me a lilac-soft landing

of faith |

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