Barefoot, poised upon the cliffs that stand
squarely between madness and euphoria.
She looks back, once, twice,
but she knows her compass is lost.
How will she choose her direction
and will she even know the difference?
Barefoot, poised upon the cliffs that stand
squarely between madness and euphoria.
She looks back, once, twice,
but she knows her compass is lost.
How will she choose her direction
and will she even know the difference?
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