Down it all. Woe to him who let you fall.
Between spinning and speeding. Woe to him who left you weak.
All it took was just one strike.
Burning out in broad daylight.
No resolve to stand upright.
Squeeze it 'til the tracks left in your palm are purple-blue
Can't believe the hue could come from you.
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