The crane of my neck
A constant agony
That send hammers to my brain
Vibrating through every nerve
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My hands blister
From the grip tightened
On the near impossible
Tightening with each slipping second
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Eyes meet and a sigh
It slips out of my grasp
I stand tall and feel the crack
And snap as limbs move again
Blood and sinew become
Limber and useful
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The globe rolls away
And I smile
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