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Hanging by a Thread,

A world inverted and swung low,

In red ropes of passion and lust,

A woman defies gravity's trust.

She dances in the winds that blow,

Flipped from her usual way,

Embracing freedom as she grows,

An acrobat of life, each day.

In this forest, her heart finds solace,

A place where all can be undone and rebuilt,

Where the ropes become our dance,

And the trees stand tall for us to climb.

So let us not fear what lies ahead,

But like the woman on her red string,

Embrace the unknown, leap into the bed,

For there is no limit to our joy and wing.

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