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Apr 2016
I traded sold exposed  my soul , bartered
called every one else mad, as I martyred
myself forgiving, but held back that one thread
of control, danced wild at the end of it,
a marionette on a tight wire
dangling on end
supposing, dreamily
one day climbing back up
into control
wordvango
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