Tightrope
like a dusty book
on the shelf unread
retracting words
written or said
this is the tightrope
on which I tread
different dreams
you have instead
nothing ventured
nothing spread
feel my tears
not yet shed
what comes from this
fills you with dread
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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