Hold still, I know it hurts
\nmuch more than I can judge.
\nYou live on the very edge,
\nyour guts exert
\ngravity\u00a0you\u00a0begrudge.<\/p>\n
Hold still, I know it hurts
\nwhen once again he skirts
\nthe pith with verbiage.
\nHe too lives on a ledge,
\nhis arguments integuments,
\nscaffolding where he can lodge.<\/p>\n
Hold still, I know it hurts.
\nPrecariousness imparts
\na poignancy to rage.
\nWe all must face the edge
\nwhen nakedness thwarts
\nand confines us in its cage.<\/p>\n
Hold still, I know it hurts.
\nWe live on the very edge.<\/p>\n
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Hold still, I know it hurts much more than I can judge. You live on the very edge, your guts exert gravity\u00a0you\u00a0begrudge. Hold still, I know it hurts when once again he skirts the pith with verbiage. He too lives on a ledge, his arguments integuments, scaffolding where he can lodge. Hold still, I know … <\/p>\n