lose the weight
lose the face
race the track
break the back
there's a givetake pushpull
fulfill and spilling
unwound and willing
these are the choices that we make
these are the hands we choose not to shake
unwilling and confounded
what i feel: again compounded
all the invitations lost
this the storm and i'll be tossed
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