The smell of steel and sweat
The ghost of the morning
melting the frost
breaking into the day
First I'm a bandit
Then I'm a king
An interloper
Then the only native
I smell sunlight
Breaking through
Heating the day
lurking like a bandit
I feel like a weight
the one I'm lifting
One exhausting me
breaking through to failure
Sun hits my face accusingly
It's warmth makes me reinvest
I admit I am not halfway there
My bandit energy accumulating
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