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Feb 2014
We all dance on the edge of obscurity, some
fall to their fate
while
some always wait for the last song
to play.

Today
I waltzed in a world's insecurity with partners who weren't all that sure of me,
a curiosity to be handled quite carefully
and still I'll free fall
to obscurity.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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