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May 2016
The value of a rope
Can be measured in memories.

The tire swing, hung from an
Unmoving oak tree.

The ripchord from your
First parachuting experience.

The rope bound around your
Lovers hands on your wedding day.

Or the one around your neck
As you take your final breath.

I never said all memories
Would be good.
Nathan Edward Aldridge
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Nathan Edward Aldridge  24/M/Clarksville, Indiana
(24/M/Clarksville, Indiana)   
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