At just one glance, I knew. I saw the black, the blue, the tell-tale mark chartreuse bright on white skin, a bruise. At just one glance, I knew. How did I misconstrue? Why did my feet eschew a step, a follow through? At just one glance, I knew. I tripped. Hullabaloo, downfall, mayhem ensue. Moans and curses I spew. At just one glance, I knew. They bloomed, the black, the blue, bruises with purplish hue. Proof of balance askew. (16 lines )
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