I Want to See
My heart has no full graspOf any sort of finery or display
It has never been free of the grimey ropes and oil sodden waters of it's life spent
Only by exemption and rebirth will it ever feel the sweet airs of exsistance
Save me for infinity, and uproot my heart so I may clearly see beauty
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