BALANCE
Here I am
At least what you see
A balance I've formed
You can't see below
When really I'm falling
Balancing on three legs
Fourth foot off the ground
Yet I cut you off here
If you could see below
You'd see I was aging
Falling apart
My last leg's incomplete
Missing its foot
But you can't see there
You stop while it's still pretty
So keep me this balance.
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