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To Have and To Own

Upended This material masquerade Carve loose visions that pave Father arts growing in me The time to choose paths of virtue Some semblance of sane Love without gain To speak and be heard A thrill beyond all measure They want to sell me at every corner Saying I'm their soldier Trying to get a grip On the world and its fading silhoutte

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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