Fall

My fall from grace Is almost a race. I'm hurried to have it done. Excited for the possible fun. It's been hard Playing this part. Puppeteer ropes Tied to my toes. Have drug me along For far too long. Finally they're snipped My wings; unclipped. And it is time to soar.

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