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On the Cliff of Justice

A twist of fate on scales of court, Where treatment stands where trial ought. The precipice, it looms, it stiffs— A family’s tale like drifting cliffs. Within the grasp of healing hands, Perhaps the soul finds where it lands. And justice, in its own way, sifts The pains, the ifs, the maybes, ifs.

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On the Cliff of Justice