Sharp the Rocks

we’ve stood at the edge
so many times, but then
what good is a cliff if
we never go over?
how do we know
how sharp the rocks are
if we’re never dashed against them?
maybe the water
isn’t as cold as it looks after all
I’ll push you,
if you push me,
I’ll hold you,
if you hold me
but I’m not doing anything alone

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