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 This is the word tightrope.
Now imagine a man, inching across it in the space between our thoughts.
He holds our breath.
There is no word net.
You want him to fall, don't you? I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.
The word applause is written all over him.

by Carol Ann Duffy
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