A trick Of mind
It comes at will I close my eyes
And return still
To closet dreams
And pains that lay
Upon the knees
I humbly pray
Chomping at the bit
The teeth The teeth
We sharpen all our claws
For the teeth
Championing a mind at will
A trick of mind I champion still
This aching mind
Imprisoned still
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