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Jun 1
The body never truly falls
Be it completely forward or back on itself
Because the body is so much bigger than just the one
Made up of ones nonetheless

When one man stumbles
Though it may reflect in small and personal pools of running water beneath
His falter is not of the body, the whole
For we are as one, and made up of ones
And when one man stumbles in his walk
Another man will always be there
To step up and catch his fall

For as he was in full, once one
Now we are in full, many as one

With him our unity never truly falls
Seanathon
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