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Unseen Abyss


My world how its black.

Oh how I see little of what I lack.

I have it all,

no need to crawl, 

and tac

on what's out of whack

like dirty dolls

or too round balls.

But, I still can't keep track

of what I attract

or make climb up the wall

to later crash and fall.

Let's give a firm smack

of a more serious attack.

I'm in a brawl

of such a peaceful war.

For how can you miss

something unseen in the abyss. 

 

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