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The Cord

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musicismylife78

Published: May 20, 2014

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I want to ask
If the inevitable has happened.
Has the cord finally been cut?
But, as I hang on to
The frayed thin cord,
I realize I don't want to know.
Because as soon as the cord
Is cut between us,
I know I'll fall off the cliff.

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