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Taking to the high wire,
no net below
she forgot the crowds
the showman, watching.
Much was at stake.
In him, she trusted,
to be there when
her arms outstretched,
he would catch her.
Stop her from falling.
Believing his words
'I will be there'
She ascended the ladder,
grabbed the bar,
and took flight.
Her trust ill-placed,
words but careless banter.
She reached out,
and there was nothing,
but hard ground below.
she forgot the crowds
the showman, watching.
Much was at stake.
In him, she trusted,
to be there when
her arms outstretched,
he would catch her.
Stop her from falling.
Believing his words
'I will be there'
She ascended the ladder,
grabbed the bar,
and took flight.
Her trust ill-placed,
words but careless banter.
She reached out,
and there was nothing,
but hard ground below.
© The dishonest woman
