xvi. them
she climbed up on the ledge
and sucked in a deep breathe,
holding out her hand
him
he took it
and stood with her
smoking the rest of his cigarette
"sure,"
he nodded.
"on three, then?"
"yeah," he said,
looking down nervously
in the same manner she had,
"on three."
so they counted together
and looked at one another
her eyes were welling up with tears
and his had already spilled
down his pale white face
"three," they breathed together
but instead of dropping down
to the god forsaken ground
they both
fell
back
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Poetry[lowercase intended; novel written in verse] even if for a moment, they could be infinite Copyright © mavericks_
