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Depressing the Burdens


I shall write,
Grant me the time continuous frame,
Until the night draws an end,
Sunrise the key will release
Me to freedom then set forth,
Forever caught in carved stone,
My lone eye open
The chisel,
It carves thought outward,
Thoughts naught yet projected,
Looks beyond primary lusts,
Needs for greed mistrust,
Uncontrolled yet not
Controlled, captured free
I've been captured deep,
Writing left time to go
Alone save for penmanship,
Sunken ink consents control,
Damn sin of the alcohol.

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