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i must confess my principles are incongruous
with my actions
i seem to make these promises on the fear of dissappointment
the things we agreed upon were not what i was thinking
i'm sorry but i only meant to end your violent hunger for
devotion
do i stand before a means of war which i invented
have i built the beam from which my heart will be suspended
have i lain a topsoil so thin that flowers come upended
filling in the cracks between what is and what's intended
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