know that i'm keeping
a terrible secret
and know that i'm lonely
but you're all Ive got
beware of the traps
that i've set out to prove
that i am unholy
i want to be caught
a golden machine has
made me stay still when
i should be climbing
about foreignhills
this thing will not beat
will never store love
it only bares labour
below so above
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