I would throw my hand up
And say: “You win.”
But you would never believe it,
Thinking you lost
Before you’ve even started,
Where I already have,
You sink for no reason,
Could not really have
That much faith
In me to have your
Fate decided by me,
You say, you flow and float,
Only to sink, and I say
It is swim or sink.
You being the strongest
Of the two of us,
If not the weaver of spells
Then one whose presence
Causes me to fall under one,
Perhaps a spell
Of my own contrivance.
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