Ways structured, roads to conquer,
I took the step,
Stretching it, felt tired
Yet I monitored, till it was over.
You told me things fall,
I prompted they erupt.
True and tough,
still going to over.
Like my eyes pinning stray
I got it over my bay;
movements of poise standing tall,
we meant no probe
robes of feelings loosening threads
I wander what was the distressed
with the golf appearing away forever,
I termed it on my own it’s "over"...
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