Brigde
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Tenuous and breathless
On the hanging bridge, I stood
Fastened, with slender threads
On the edge of breathtaking ridges
From pillar to post
I did take a walk
With a step, on the unbound
And crushed, amidst the rocks
Bewildered, the moon is
Meandered, is the hypothesis
For I'm dangling
With deep ravines beneath
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