And attack ain’t attack when intensity lowers.
Lost in an array of swirling thoughts,
That feature only at lights off,
Never would anyone understand.
Timing enjoying prominence,
Blood-pumpers shunned such a virtue
Accounting for exceptions.
Thorough back-checks are the norm,
To love, not all.
To shovel for such a person,
Needs an entire span, or not?
Censure yourself with baskets and rebounds.
Half-hearted attacks never ended in smile-spreads.
Interest in else warrants the same.
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