Take what is mine?

How can you now?

For all I own is my soul, mind and heart

And those are mine

To give

And mine alone from which to part

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To sift it through your grasping hands

To try to draw me down

Splinters of hate so reckless to own

Accomplish naught

Hold naught

Know naught, so-

Why?

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Below the need, the desperate need,

To conquer, devalue, bestow

A feeling of lack

A discontent

As if owning me would make you grow