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Etch your words in sandstone
smear your fears with mirth
roll your eyes in scarlet
and cry your faith to me.
Fututres stained on fate's walls
rush down to your feet
a bow
a kiss
their lessons you omit
or if this pen has taught you anything
you forgot it long ago.
Forget these feeble ties
pretend you never lived
lend will to my unknown
release yor voice
and scream that you are free.
and scream that you are free.
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