when i
have to
talk to you
i find myself
walking on thin ice
measuring
each word i say
three years
before i say it
looking ahead
for any
pitfall in phrasing
before i think it
stepping out
inch by inch
with only my wits
to guide me
wishing i didn't have
to try at all
knowing no matter
what i say
i fall
(alone)
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