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Are any of these women real? My step mom opens the top drawer In the guest room Takes out the cut bracelet And asks, Can I please throw this out? It reads Fall Risk Which is what I am Yellowed and frayed At the ends The boxes of books dance with the lids closed. It's not too cold But it's raining I have one friend and She's praying There are two dogs and They're saying Please get out of bed We both believe that you can Walk again Fast forward and I get lost In the big rows, poetry lanes while I shake and crave through the outrages I learn to come back down I learn to give and go It says Fall Risk Inside, they told me I'm not bad I'm just sick It's tricky, whether I know it all or have no clue it exists I'm a fall risk.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
Fall Risk
Are any of these women real? My step mom opens the top drawer In the guest room Takes out the cut bracelet And asks, Can I please throw this out? It reads Fall Risk Which is what I am Yellowed and frayed At the ends The boxes of books dance with the lids closed. It's not too cold But it's raining I have one friend and She's praying There are two dogs and They're saying Please get out of bed We both believe that you can Walk again Fast forward and I get lost In the big rows, poetry lanes while I shake and crave through the outrages I learn to come back down I learn to give and go It says Fall Risk Inside, they told me I'm not bad I'm just sick It's tricky, whether I know it all or have no clue it exists I'm a fall risk.
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NiallPower
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
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