At the place of your defeat,
I sat down and cried.
When the history became the narrator,
I bent down and wooed.
Inevitable
Winners move out alone, so I.
No credit, no *roars* of victory.
Winners weep alone, so I.
When the triumph becomes *inevitable*,
and thence winners fight alone, so I.
When the tears *engraft* the doom,
winners resurrect alone,
winners fete alone, so I
*Thwarting*
When I lost my mind,
When he smiles in front of my *thwarting*,
I knelt down to ask *hoist*,
I begged for another *triumph*
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