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Rage

Draw a map

Trace those lines

With care

And with caution

Shade them

With anger

Remember

You have been

Here

Before

You will be

Here

Again

You can scratch out

Crooked little cobwebs

Wherever you go

And when

You look

Back

If you are able

Or when you look

Forward

And pretend

You came from

Nothing

Then

You can choose

If you want

To see

The mess of a picture

That you left

Behind

Blamed on

The milkman

The teacher

The cat

But they're all

Gone

Whose shadow

Dances with you

Now

Whose shadow

Won't go

No matter

How fast

You run

Don't ask me

About

The darkness

Or the light

Don't try my

Patience

When the gavel

Comes down

Whose head

Do you think

Is on the block

because

These sparks of

Impatience

These flashes

Of arrogance

Only blaze

If you don't know

What you're

Looking at

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