You are mine. You are mine like:
1. The glower of a spotlight
is
a finger pointed down.
2. My keys in my hand
and
the purpose of hands.
3. An open palm can
hide
{ confidential information }
4. Our buildings are titans
selling
every little(-)loved thing in the world
(and) 5. blood is the body’s river.
The true(!). The true thing is:
no one gives a damn about your ‘music’
"That's just what I use the word to mean."
(la la la) will never be you
(but what am I?)
I am telling the truth.
(lusts / I am not mine).
I’m bound to lose.
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