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Let me finish this simple thing
Everyday counts back
With one chance
A lot goes one way

But with each move made, I shake

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How long beforehand before my hands are tied again?
Even I have glass to feed
Most would welcome it with picks or sticks
Yet I have tried reaching high ground without hands down

All it has done is made the world look flat

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Some days I come close to making progress
Being aware that a single phrase resets seconds
I look towards those who are brittle with hope
Only without them I seem to be the best stroke

**

Let me finish staring at this beam
The best strokes behind me are older beans
I would speak to them,
If it wouldn`t set us all back

But then again, some wind pushes few stones

*

I aim to tear from this prison
And to be no prisoner
Of no sorrow, or doubt
But tears are double sided

Until you face being there...
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