Teeter, Todder...
A hazard for fodder...
Such a tiny article...
Veiled to the oracle...
To rumble and crumble...
A junction with no function...
Oh, Take me across...
Ah, Beholden my loss...
To the space in between...
Such pleasure and so mean...
It dissolves...
It falls...
Oh, precarious bridge...
You are but a jagged ridge...
-Madamchryzl-
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