Taniec na Rurze

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She says to grip the icy metal,
glowing silver in the winter haze.
I grip firm, but not firmly enough,
skin grazing painfully on glistening
ice. As heart commits itself to
take the plunge and form fluid motion,
mind comes to the realization that
it’s afraid to take the fall

and I slump, childlike onto the floor.

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