'Balance'

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Mine feet lose balance,
core craves solitudes talents,
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no, I've not meant to remain alone,
simply... focus floats behind walled catacomb. awaiting, restless for hands to hone;

to hear own voice,
corrupt long life noise... made heavier by dark devoice
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per chance atone,
rearrange cords of wonderful tone.

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