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Mar 2018
A tightrope dance,
Along the spiders web
A gasp
A moan
To set the ethics quivering.
Perhaps the Fall
Into that raging morass
Shouldn’t depend on that last little swing.
Danielle
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Danielle  28/F/Vermont
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