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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