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Give Me Mine
It twists and writhes and burns and chides,
Flashing a fire within me.
I climb on as the story rides,
Encumbered by the urgency.
These scorch marks are blackening,
This barren backdrop filling with ash.
The pressure’s not slackening
As the cabin starts to throb and thrash.
Oh, how it debases!
A twitch of promise and dignity departs,
Memory erases.
I’m a veritable storehouse of false starts –
Not even once did the stars align.
Make me a winner now! Give me mine!
