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BRAIN WASHER - telling me this thing.
That way - I must sing.
Your song only for me.
Not like my ideas and free.
Look I do into your eye.
You never blink - onward sighs.
Telling me your ways to be.
Weak minded - am I really free ??????????
An addict you have made me.
SIT I DO - you must set me free.
Then I become your song.
Out on the street - hanging long.
BEAT - ROB - STEAL and KILL.
UPPER - DOWNER - ACTION - all thrills.
Dance all night - gamble - speed pills.
GOD said, CROSS ON THE HILL.
from my poetry book DREAMS 2
------ SCRATCHES ON THE PAGE,
MAKING NOISE
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