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May 2014
I seems I am here to write this out.

There are so many things I want to do.

But ill equipped to perform

Balancing on adjusting fault lines

It’s life at her greatest

Testing, moving, swinging

Beautifully aloof

Unaware of all the pain she causes

But happy just to touch it

Life

Itself.
Written by
Bell McCabe  Canada
(Canada)   
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