Tightrope

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Poetry
I wish I'd told you earlier
How much I like
Walking over thin ice. 

I feel the thrill to open up pandora’s box, 
the one holding the key to your desires. 
 
I just want to carry on walking,
Feeling the sun on my back,
Stepping over the edge.
Just. 
 
I wish I’d put on better shoes,
Since the edge is long and slippery
And I keep looking down the abyss. 
 
And while I stay still,
A fly sits on the tightrope.
Suddenly I start sneezing
And lose my balance.
 
I wish I’d told you earlier
How much I like
Walking over thin ice. 
 
I just want to carry on walking,
Feeling the sun on my back. 
Stepping over the edge.
Just. 

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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