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With Lips Sown Shut And Eyes Wide Open I should have nothing to say, my words are from somewhere else. Controlled by the script I read from, a ship with a ship inside. A bottle within a bottle. So from what I see gets traced over step back and forward front and center. Find that what I said was not what I had to say, my lips were sown shut. I was not who I wanted to be. I saw this, and I had to work hard at it, and if I ever achieve that 'dream' it be work keeping it. There is no perfect, my words are different, what I see isn't quite. I am never going to, I can't. Because what it comes to, comes out as... Vote for this poem
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