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It's the valley bathed in roses

That sends me backwards,

Straight into pain and shame and ecstasy.

It's this failure that makes me laugh and weep

To lose control by way of a straight line

I never lost sight of.

It's the well that springs from me

And tells me that I live,

This is my joy and my madness.

It's these months of self-denial leading to this rush

Of hurtful release in perfect irony and defeat.

It's the loss to myself that brings me pride and despair,

This subtlety beneath shirtsleeves.

It's the realization that I was never winning at all

Nor ever shall.