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Stamped upon,
For others
Delight,
For the young,
Or to make men
Not quite right,
Spill your guts,
Speak the truth.
I hang
Myself,
*****
All my time,
Desperate for water
And the light
of day.
I'm sold
Against my will,
Yanked
From my home,
Not a word to say.
No one cares about me,
Unless they have a use.
Separated from my family
Constantly,
No eyes batted.
I am buried in the ground,
Vineyard.

— The End —