Truth is the Loot

The take, the time, the reason, the rhyme,

The music, the mind, the truth, rewind.

The keep, the reach, the mouth, the teeth.

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I am not who you want me to be.

I am not your fish swimming in your sea.

I am me. Free, a tree, to be.

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Lost, then found. Kept, then crowned.

Lust, I trust. Hurt, this must.

Crush, I brush. Blow, then thrust.

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Truth - the loot - is my pain.

I love. I lost. I talk. I toss

Into the sea. For me. Believe.

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I do, for you. For light, at night.

Dark, you moan. Soft, you groan.

Twenty-three winters grown.

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Swim, and grin. Kiss, and fin.

Fish to be. Made in sea. Salt and free.

I'm mad. And sad. And tired. But glad.

I knife. And twist. I bleed. I missed.

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