Taken

I'm being stripped of everything 
And I want nothing left to take
Nothing left to guard
 That's what is hard

To have something they want
And watch as they misuse it
 All the white-teethed family portraits

Are exposed through a wash
Of intentional obliviousness
 You can't be blindsided when you're blind-sighted

But I'm awake, and I see
What it seizes
 And I cease to freeze and become the numb end of a heist

I'm not gonna fight.
I'm gonna throw the match
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