that my life be played down
truck driven dreams
my heart
collapsed
in
his
hands

he holds me here
touching me there
she wrote to me
he never
left
me

she is swinging fences
of
jealousy
what has your love
to offer me
that jealousy
that's not for me
your friends in
jealousy

your speach
who are you

that I be approached as an child
I am but an flesh child
you cannot do that to me

razor bit slips
fresh little slits
ima man
now
am
i
an
other hit


not from the pipe
nor from your love
of
greed
we have
plucked
all our
roots
of
jealousy

surely that isn't me
voices
in
my
head
scream
from
the
cages


we have built for my insanity
that my life be played down
?











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