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TiGHTROPE BY LARA ATALLAH





The scales are broken
And I am feeling my way through the dark
                                                                   synching my steps with yours.

                                                                                                           It all adds up to fragments,

                                                    the lives we’ll never live,


Your chair always empty,
pictures decaying
in digital folders.


                                                                            The moon speaks in cycles
                                                                 while the sun leads
                                                   the orchestra.


Everybody wants to touch the sun
                                                                but ultimately,

everybody falls in line.






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