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Jun 2017
What not of me to be but others inventions mechanics twisting inside ones own failures tight ropes high above without a net sometimes one sways freely sometimes one trips on one's own footsteps a silent cry with tears inside the wine
Written by
Harry clute  56/M/Iowa
(56/M/Iowa)   
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