Equality
Have a tendency
Of getting lost in a crowd
Or in lover's eyes
Stay until the end
So the beginning is seen
The inner sanctum
Have no other path
From first sight it was fated
Walking by instinct
Dream of perfection
Waking to see its shadow
Chase into the light
Seek not to undo
But to marvel at each piece
Fortifying them
Stand as enemies
Learning the depths of commands
Complicated task
Fall to be picked up
This battle is not over
From first touch begun
Collapse in fit arms
Exhausted but awakened
A task worth its time
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