The scramble for script presence
Prominent and impasive pieces of the puzzle,
Force their way to the print essence
Paramount are all but the blaze; ...
I'm ceded-I've stopped being Theirs-
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
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