Thinking the vision came into focus,
Tricky tendencies tend to bleed,
But in submission came a Locust.
As if empty vessels learned to need.
Once a seed, but now a riddle,
Arrest my life, cut the cord,
As if the leak skipped the dribble.
The only tie I can't afford.
The turning point skipped, you have no choice.
Opinion not needed, you have no voice.
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this screen doesnt do this poem justice .. so much more comes with you reading it aloud, and carefully decrypting every line with me
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