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[poem] tight chance
You want to share
Your heart with me
But first you must climb
A ladder of five
Hundred and seventy seven steps
At the top of which I am
Only standing eight yards away
Our spaces are connected
By a thin yet strong rope
Should you make it
Across this distance
The crowds will cheer
You name with great joy
Even the loins will look
Upon you with awe
And not-so-great wages
You will be paid to
Meet this feat again and again
Earning the respect of the clowns
And the flying mens envy
As you make your way across
Shutting out all fear
I add a new one to your list
As I pull the knife out
Love and hope you speak
Yet and still I cut the rope
Leaving you the safety net of
Friendship
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[Technically, I'm not possible, I'm made of exceptions. ]
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