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Hotel Room in NYC, By: AT

As I looked out I was thinking

Thinking of the chilling touch of the wind

The touch that will carry me to my everlasting peace

I took one last look and then closed my eyes

I felt like I was flying

I was too scared so I opened them

I was on the edge but, not over it

I turned around and I went back.

Written: 1993