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Hanging On

Dangling by a thread

Hanging on for dear life

We struggle through

A dense wildness

Fighting it uselessly

Like a spider in a bowl

Sliding back down

Repeating our mistakes

Tumbling like a weed

Falling in a breeze

To become dust again



pale dripping in the shade

appearing to drool and fade

but playful waterfall spray

drenches her every day