a life preserver you are not;
but you are the beating on my chest
that makes me breath again.
i can take it from there.
i can't help but look down
when you take me up to the top of your cliff
and i can see the valleys where the rivers flow
where we once swam and where i
(once (maybe twice)) forgot how to swim.
i do not jump—i do not fall.
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