translucent lines, my feet do find;
tightrope trips to favor.
for years i've kept a statues balance
and centuries still left to savor.
the spirits and smiles so close to my heart,
keep me falling through the net.
and yet still do i seek to find
dissappointment and regret
forget my words, i lied to you
my voice as recorded as their breaths
the lack of strength to lift up my hand
when i can collapse like the rest.
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