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Suspending moments above this spindle stretch, the rope tugged tight under his shifting feet, his eyes catch the spotlight shining on ring one. Transfixed by the knife-thrower, he too is strangely thrown, hands leaping endlessly through a somersault sky; hands to head, hands to chest, then to thigh, while knives turn quickly and a liquored mob shouts: voices breaking against the freak show tent.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Disenchantment of the tightrope walker
Suspending moments above this spindle stretch, the rope tugged tight under his shifting feet, his eyes catch the spotlight shining on ring one. Transfixed by the knife-thrower, he too is strangely thrown, hands leaping endlessly through a somersault sky; hands to head, hands to chest, then to thigh, while knives turn quickly and a liquored mob shouts: voices breaking against the freak show tent.
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
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