The only thing that binds me to the turning world belowand all the people and noise and sounds and shouts
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The only thing that binds me to the turning world below
and all the people and noise and sounds and shouts.
This tightrope made of sound
This long thin line made of my own blood.
Remember me is all I ask.
And if remembered be a task forget me. -
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