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the sound of     scritching and                  scratching   creaking and cracking                           hounds me                    even if it is merely                           echoes of thought                       in the examination hall where you promised that I would not                                                                  fal                                                                     ter the sound of   squeaking and                scratching   clicking and clacking                     surrounds me                    even if it is surely                      bellows of ambition                     between the office walls where you promised that I would not                                                                 fal                                                                    ter                                                                    as I                                                                stand                                                       at the edge              where the whistling wind beckons                    me to the chattering city below                         I promise you that I will not                                                                            fall
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
where I would fall
the sound of     scritching and                  scratching   creaking and cracking                           hounds me                    even if it is merely                           echoes of thought                       in the examination hall where you promised that I would not                                                                  fal                                                                     ter the sound of   squeaking and                scratching   clicking and clacking                     surrounds me                    even if it is surely                      bellows of ambition                     between the office walls where you promised that I would not                                                                 fal                                                                    ter                                                                    as I                                                                stand                                                       at the edge              where the whistling wind beckons                    me to the chattering city below                         I promise you that I will not                                                                            fall
ryun
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
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