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acrobatics

Perhaps I am used to being posed, arranged, framed in a certain way. What if I told you every move every flicker of an eyelid every shift in weight is carefully orchestrated and perfectly executed. Always a performer who is overworked never receiving compensation. And why, why must I continue to spin on my axis at your command? And why, why do I enjoy the performance more than executing my existence of free will? Where is my performer? There is no dinner & a show for the acrobat who climbs to the tallest of heights for your pleasure and falls for my own.

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