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He's so territorial
I am his possession
He becomes dictorial
When I write confession

Why does he have to search
Through my books for poetry
Just like a eagle perched
Awaiting to pounce on part of me

The part of me I love so well
The songs there in my heart
The part of me that will tell
That makes me thank I'm smart

Do you really have any worth
When your feelings you cannot express
Feelings not meant for this Earth
But from a higher place so blessed

Take away a person's freedom of thought
Try to drive passion from their mind
Then a robot's what you've got
One who's hard cold metal and unkind.

6/4/1996 cj

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