tightrope
strings around
my finger
walking conviction
to not forget
treading softly
meet you in the middle
on the other side
would you--
holding on
still
tightrope
3am
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Time is precious, so use it well,
Two spheres collide, you and I,
Or waste it waiting for dust to settle
Time is forever, and finite,
We contain such ...
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