You took the
high road
—stranding
in the middle—
I passed by
—as I always had—
a startled spirit
and so remixed
turning
. . .
a second
too late
—as it always was—
to grab for your shadow
there
You took the
high road
—stranding
in the middle—
I passed by
—as I always had—
a startled spirit
and so remixed
turning
. . .
a second
too late
—as it always was—
to grab for your shadow
there
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