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How Worlds Crumble and Collide

I was on top of the World

Breaths deep, legs pumped
My strokes perfect

You came along. Perfect.
I though I knew Perfect.
I was Perfect.
But once again, my pedestal crumbles.
My sword breaks, ink splattered on a battleground.
Will I ever catch up?



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