Silver scissors sparkled.

She loved me

because I walked

a tightrope.

Always quaking

on tipping tiptoes,

ignoring the crowd below

until she climbed up.

I said get me down

from here.

Silver scissors sparkled.

Her face was the last

thing I saw as I 



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