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Weakened by the falls and signs,
With sound predictions and premonitions preforming some preclusion
Something to drag the bloody bones, drag`em dry
The staleness of upbeat vagabonds can pierce dregs
Though at times the showers of pain passes the time

Wetness by the fire around the barrel,
Some tone of force stomped out the light
With flint and natural forest, all can be right
But the tinder is farther on, and so far still
Once upon a time this was all simple, but the dream burns

The highlands and the valleys speak in colors
Doing the dance of the broken, but as friendly flames
A safe breath among the wild, even when lost
Although the fields never warn about the stress,
The sheer cold, the wind, the earth`s crust

As the critters and beholders pass the holes,
Some know that the holes are being walked on
Places where progress checks,
Time and space holds weight on a thick glass scale
Looking pass the cracks become key, sometimes saving face

So walk, to keep from eating the mind, body, and spirit
Pass the shook, through the spooks, beyond the stains
The wear and tear holds no bounds, or forewarning mercy
Only a record of worry,
With enough dubious food to either be aware or disarm

For those pits and messages seem to see it differently, above it all,
Become deep with those familiar
Seek things out of reach, to build up from, not against
Even giving a little bit of something is something
Proven strange, but not as twisted as knocking it, so walk by it

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