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Give me a moment to collect myself
Dredge up from my depths
The infinite annoyance I cannot voice
About the past that paraded over you
Over and over you
Stamped in the sweat of men and women alike
Who knew nothing for who you are
And how much you would mean to me
And you let them do it never thinking
About the future
God damn it, damn it all for being so true
To know that everywhere I touch
Another has left a greasy print of discontent
Of use and reuse so that now you have
Nothing left to give me
The desire to run my all too consuming hands
Over the hills and valleys I have wished for
And know that it is only mine- kills me!
Because I share it with all those from
Your wild youth
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I definitely like these lines "Because I share it with all those from
Your wild youth." Almost sounds like it was my life you were describing, being the one who as the finger prints. I can hear you stamping this one out in my mind. Well done.
