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Jan 2017
I am standing upon the
Thinnest
Most fragile
Layer of ice

And I walk
Slowly
Ever so softly

But I hear a the slightest whisper
And I hear a
Crack

I stumble
And my pristine ice
Is broken

Like this facade...
Close to breaking
Just from a mere whisper.
Elizabeth Burns
Written by
Elizabeth Burns  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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