... skidding along the precarious precipice in all that was thrown our way. The slippery slope in time on.. The segments of not belonging. The serious in the silly. And vice versa. The turn of cheek. The say in shallow. The deep in.
The near miss. The pounding on the inner self will never be fully understood, especially those who deal in the everyday of us ... two many of us, too few of them ...
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