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We were ledge-sitters. We understood why birds perch themselves on penthouse patio rails And why airplanes sigh with breaths of relief when they are defying gravity. We would hold the crooked hems of our dresses while we climbed metal stairs like mountains. The urge for heightened perception of depths, distances, and the disarranged built in us like skyscrapers we hung ourselves over.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
Handrails are for the Timid and the Careful
We were ledge-sitters. We understood why birds perch themselves on penthouse patio rails And why airplanes sigh with breaths of relief when they are defying gravity. We would hold the crooked hems of our dresses while we climbed metal stairs like mountains. The urge for heightened perception of depths, distances, and the disarranged built in us like skyscrapers we hung ourselves over.
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Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC
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