he waltzed along the top of the edge
of the building
drunk
slightly
and as he swung and looped
around the neon
reading grill
i from below peered out
from beneath the christmas lights
strung into my hair
and fuckly said
"you will fall"
to which he replied with laughter
"what will you do if i do?"
"i will come to your funeral in a red dress"
and i did
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