She walks on needles,
fragile blades that almost fail her
and quiver over a sea of red.
You’ll fall in if you’re not careful, they said.
You’ll
fall
and drown.
She didn't listen
and kept walking, every step a paper cut
from pages of her favourite books.
She was always walking as if on needles.
Almost falling but never quite.
She was always walking as if on needles.
Almost falling but never quite.
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