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May 2013
Life's a circus,
I was told, I think.
It's hard to tell
when juggling the Earth
in the palm of your hand.
As tightrope transcends land,
vertigo becomes a fault line.
In retrospect, there must be special
shoes to walk across twine.
Patience not to fall, trying not
to test time.

Considering mathematics,
what is the speed of a memory?
Solve for X,
evolve with Y.
Charlie Chirico
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Charlie Chirico  29/M/Philadelphia, PA
(29/M/Philadelphia, PA)   
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