Folds of patterns guide this movement cursed bottled excuses become shattered hopes once again the arrow slips I bare not to do or think alone so I reach down and pull the laces for a tighter fit pounding racing pulling these thoughts through while taking steps over the anthem reposition for the crash landing between here and home I reduce you to math and I read nothing but empty pages

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