Full flight, creation
One, two, three,
Jump through these hoops
and we
tell you
that we burnt your safety net
ten storeys to
the bottom of the ocean.

Dainty steps, pointed shoes
facing this way will reveal things
from your inner psyche,
If I face you, I want you,
Ain't it mighty fine
that I know where to hide
and avoid those eyes?

Catching me unawares is one thing,
Catching me out is quite another,
But claiming me is something best left to the professionals,
Not the n00bs,
(If you get me)
Delete her,
The elite will take you faster than you know.

The End

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