LIVING ON THE HIGH WIRE. We all come too close to the edge sometimes, by accident or desire, this poem is a warning to all those living on the high wire.
LIVING ON THE HIGH WIRE. You’re walking a tightrope over the street, people look up and say, just one slip and he loses his grip, I don’t want to clear the mess away. You’re running from strangers dressed in black, you can’t seem to get away, you just hope that you get lost in the…
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