when i stop to consider the mw of the light

he cast me sunder in the night


palance of the praven words

belief in trust of sons with sword


my ediface the undenyable epitaph

of light within the balance raft


we walk upon the somber solution

of prose and zac knew utter tuition


bay belief of nortel phone

the balance of his master tone, the red 

that red... infrared time


master of the balance pine

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