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Jun 2019
The things we built were on a rickety scaffold
stretched as high and fast as our love
when we got to the top I wanted to cling to you
and look in your eyes
and tell you that I was scared.

I’m scared.

And your eyes are gone.

The scaffold has tumbled
and the pieces are shiny
and sharp
and broken
Written by
the innkeeper
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     Ć±, Myrrdin, Serendipity, ---, Khoisan and 2 others
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