Out of touch with the ground
I walk a thin line
I am in lonely equilibrium
A broken umbrella
Swinging to-and-fro
On this trapeze
Coming untethered
From these elapsing heart strings
New love's dividing line
Depends upon its precise timing
Port de bras
The illusion of imponderable lightness
Take a leap of faith
Reach out for me
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
Out of touch with the ground
I walk a thin line
I am in lonely equilibrium
A broken umbrella
Swinging to-and-fro
On this trapeze
Coming untethered
From these elapsing heart strings
New love's dividing line
Depends upon its precise timing
Port de bras
The illusion of imponderable lightness
Take a leap of faith
Reach out for me
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