I'll cut my own legs out from under me, Thank you very much.

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POOF

Explosion half life
Folded and threatens.
Double dipped
Burnt so as to remain
As controller
Of a solemn visage.
Stalling
For feeble heart
To toddle
Like unsure babe
To doom's edge
And chalky cliff.
Comfort is this
Grimy language
Of it's converse.
Counting down
Minutes till completion,
Missing the miracle.
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