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"rockchair" poems
At the only dead-end hanging on the edge If I pretend to have it all they must ignore my fall. Swinging back and forth in the timeless rockchair I recall the sweet bits of my life trying to ignore the bitterness of their demons Had I risked it all, would the audience still applaud when I fall?
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
No flaws