If four is perfection, and two is could have been, what does that make three?
Gravity drags me back to two.
Privilege reveals a staircase to four.
But the staircase has its costs and falling is free.
I know the price of four, and I know the reaps of two.
Embrace the claws at the top or let them eviscerate me at the bottom?
(R)
~E
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