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Apr 2018
It’s a word on the tip of the precipice
Teetering and tottering
While I slide backwards away
Muttering sullenly and with bravado
“You can’t make me fall.”
Danielle
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Danielle  28/F/Vermont
(28/F/Vermont)   
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