a mouthfull of cotton on the rim of the world
and the wind is no threat of fear to this girl
she is wide eyed and grinning and dancing like a flame
like the devils handmaiden by another name.
hell is waiting below for that overblown gust
but no such luck-she'll live if she must.
cracks will grasp the security of the ground
but "its worth it" she says "for
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