Cold stone path underneath my feet
Bare and unprepared for what they're
About to meet
Softly dancing, even though they might just slip
Leading into darkness ending with a hit
Streams of freezing rain flowing down
My skin cooling febrile thoughts, swiping
All illusions clean
Twirl around with the wind
Holding the hand of a friend with
The power to lead
Over the edge to the
Place where I want to be

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