Desire
How do I explain of something so imaginary
As my secret is proof for me, on the contrary
You say as you squeeze the blood from my arm
And I lay as you try to charm me into being
Something you desire. In this case its dire
The need of mine to achieve and testify
That your energy producing thoughts create
The same matching delivery of the gates
So bulldozed years ago
And I smile at my wake and am told
That my splendor does not need assist yours any longer.


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