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                                        Lost in short sighted quips, the dull fades.
                                        Cut glass made, material gains my pockets fill.
                                        Misty bank fought through, I grow to know the lost.
                                        
                                        Could it be, our lives are far more in balance.
                                        I fight to stand, I realize I am small thread in this weave.
                                        The loneliness fades with many who love me.
                                        
                                        Yet I know little has changed, trouble unmakes light.
                                        Now I find myself at a pinnacle, growing in the night.
                                        Many things are on the threshold, great change is to come.
                                        
                                        Yet I cannot deny what lives inside me hasn't been undone.
                                        I seek to do it all, love hunts me, no lull, these blues bear fruit.
                                        
                                        Only meant to ever become a man of love, captured by what seeks me.
                                        Wealth is a feeling, the same as love, living sparks, common threads.
                                        The reality of a gem, it may be glass yet is brilliant, priceless all the same.
                                        
                                        FE&E 2 Alison
                                        1ov3 David