Precipice
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The deep lays beneath,
the salty swallows tempting me with their gushing, feverous eyes,
above only billowy satin,
such promise and demise,
I stand on the weary cliff so many others have trodden before,
a singular being on this metaphorical kind of shore,
only luck or fate will lead me,
this moment lasts forever and this I can't adore,
choice and logic should save me now,
entice me with their velvet wings and lead me with their lore,
Before this point in time,
I never imagined how hard this leap would be,
where you either soar,
or plummet into the dark, cold sea