On the eve
I am on the edge
of a flattened plain
a dieing ledge
and there's no way around
no ups and or down
it's not found
A sickened state
do or die fate
all the love to hate
that we all propagate
its' all coming down
sticks and stones
abound
push me
out of the way
it's our dieing day
run me around now
it's lost and I'm found
now
imagine overflow
turn lights down low
inner sanctum
it's aglow
burn my cracks
into streamsempty space
I'm found
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