Give Me Back My Time
I'm planting myself between reason and stoicism
All the odious black stuff is coming back
like oxide fillings on the factory floor
Some see a new uprising happening soon
Give me back my time
which is laying on the ledge
within an inescapable air hole
digesting all the pain that's here to stay
The harvest of disavowal
by the chagrin lady
except I have listened too far
and the people have spoken
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