Take me to the top with your mistakes.
We can hang them on the wooden stakes.
Build some fires beneath their moans,
robe and smoke the crackles and groans.
Ghost our thoughts in a circles play,
and dance around till the night turns day.
Let's take control.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Taking control of oneself is the most important thing that one can do. Nicely worded
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