You were a breath stroke
Going down my arm
Paralyzing my ambition
Trying to take me on
You spiral me out
To the farthest tide
Then convince me to ride it out
Until I'm lost on a map
With the grid on my back
You're tragic luck
And just when I felt you
Slipping, slipping again
I end it all at once
Your prowess lies in the shade
And now I know you're name
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