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near miss after near miss,
that close but never kissed
by the bumper of that car
or the craggy rocks below.

always focused so far ahead,
that the path is clear
and free from dread-

safe, comfortable and so risk free
and myopic to the nth degree.
yet sunny days and sunsets lost,
chill emotions warmth with fears frost,

that may only be overpowered,
by staring deep into rolling clouds,
that turn fleeting moments into hours

and drag like the moon over a spring tide,
to step from off that kerb-
make only crimson of fears mist,
fall deep into a sleep of white
and wake up in your arms, my dear.

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