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Jan 2015
and I feel like I am tight rope walking
over my life;
I can see everything so well
that the only thing I neglect to pay attention to
is myself,
then suddenly it's all too late
and I am falling head first
into the midst of
all
this
bemusement.
Brittle Bird
Written by
Brittle Bird  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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