| Berating me I clearly see
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| The point you are striving for
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| At what point did our restless bid
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| For gain secede our common sense
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| One hand raised to shake in kind
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| The other poised to beat us blind
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| Arrested clot, emphatic brains
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| Machines lack our narrow minds
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| Coax the remnant memories
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| Inflict each synaptic corridor
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| I do not wish to see
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| Forests lush expanse
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| Some memories are best left dead
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| Glorious death they sicken me
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| We measured it as bounty
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| Baskets full of our indulgences
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| I see the eyes with brilliance
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| The flick of ear, whiskers graze
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| They spoke without a single word
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| We dared not listen
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| I make note of every cell
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| Every imprint, every mark
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| I am pupa, I am larvae
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| I am the wasp that burrows in
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| I am the shriek of twilight din
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| Inhabit, minutiae
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| The lives we never
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| Thought to know
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| Eureka, Neuronic wins
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| The maze expands
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| With accomplishment
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| No one will recognise
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| With no scruples
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| We stemmed all chance
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| Is this all I’ve become
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| Recollector of stolen lives
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| An almanac of tributaries
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| Of effigies cut and cauterised |