take it
their subtle talk
give it apple seedless trunk
open the last resorts to find
the empty wine bottles filled no
take them now drink
the souls
drained
onto us
as preferred
taken
given
stolen our greatest gifts to ourselves
the only thing
is the people the persons we represent
and the thoughts of how the changes are made
in the end
the rocking the bed
the symbol i hath come so deeply to despise in its flowing rhythm ever going
hear me as i speak my terms
the bed must stop
the roar of engines
start me up
rev me forward
move me on
and take me there
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