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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...

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