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Odd and Risky Minutes

As time.. slips past my phrases I once held in my palm I balance, in release       on the skitter.. of a cloud. Suddenly, you reach for me in odd.. and risky minutes of a dream. I cradle in it's echo to see.. just where it lands

there's much to be said           for a safe pair of hands 

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