62: Balance
He ruined
Your floors
Lil price to pay
For the secrets you kept
Let
The sucker
Take
All
Of the wind
From
All
The sails
Sip
Sip
Sip
Hope
That room
Full of apples
Haunts you
More than
The ghost
Left behind
More than
The thought
Of
Those
Left behind
Human shields
Sent
In
Like a bot
Cleaning up your mess
Or
At least
Keep it close
For no one
To know
Still
Waiting
On
The
Balance
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