Jim Freeman
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Ladders

My toes are curled around
the rungs of knowing you
Acrophobia, this way on ladders
They say it's all a state of mind

Maybe so, unbalanced anyway
up here without support
Not knowing if your hand
will steady me

Fear only disappears in trust
It takes a while, for me at least
Hold on, hold on
hold on

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