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Swayed On The Knife Edge
I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience
I blew her my love and fell to sleep
as father turned on son
as daughter turned on mother
as neighbour turned on neighbour
as she fell
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Saturday 25th June 2016 9:25 am
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