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The Girl on the Flying Trapeze She loops and wheels high above my clenched counter intuition my white lips stretched into a mirthless grin She vaults beyond her gravity-- above no safety net no antidotes or morality epigrammes about feckless plunges into blind safety split seconds above my quaking bowells and I wonder if anyone else would wait for her ultimate denuement. |
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