Take me off the map!
Let no search prove a success!
Let the vague hide me!
Let the avenues give way
to the feet that seek me!
Let all be hidden!
The wants, the goods, the evils,
the failure reminders
Key a freedom into these habits
You and the back burners,
I mourn that you are buddies
No tear claims my cheeks
but i mourn, i want a voice
to this sorrow, a depth to
this repentance, a well dug
into your veins that i may
never thirst again
Give me the mind
to rid the switch
you highways
will be split
this beat from its chambers
will have no more divide
Let me breathe in your wilderness
I want not to take
Let me live the cost
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