
The tape, a siren’s song, a tempting, cruel abyss.
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To stand aside is its own form of risk.
A fortress built of cash feels safe, yet starves for lack of light.
But leveraged sun can burn the wings that seek a greater height.
So here I balance on the knife, a solitary man,
Weighing the certain small regret against the ruinous plan.
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