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By Jack Joseph Smith

Coach Powers WE did not walk away, staying is what was said, the deep grass, Mist inside your heart well up on the rocks, Alot of hell for some too, A glory After dusk for us few! Not wanting to give it up, hit hit give pool, set, slight leave, then go. Back down toward the dark, WE won again, Nothing understood, I was not the sunlight that was our friend

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This page mixes perseverance, dusk, and emotional weather into a rough communal lyric about not walking away.

What survives most clearly is the insistence on staying. Around that, the page builds a landscape of grass, mist, rocks, darkness, and a brief shared victory. The language is jagged and unstable, but that instability fits the emotional state: loyalty and confusion pressed together in one scene.