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trapeze in disguise
She glances at her hands,
Recumbent in enshrouded hope,
For the unforeseen power of hindsight
Had dappled them with scars.
The affinity, which once enthralled her soul,
Had risen up, to...
Recumbent in enshrouded hope,
For the unforeseen power of hindsight
Had dappled them with scars.
The affinity, which once enthralled her soul,
Had risen up, to...
