I will burn through what is yours
As I fire through what is mine
Everything will be at my fingertips
Only what you knew would be left behind

I will caress your insecure ego
Eventually making you mine
And without reproach
You’re molded and refined

You stand there unaware
Of the influence that has crept into your mind
Just a moment I was there
Only a second out of time

You are what I have created
An image of something in my mind
And with all that has been stated
You’ll still never get this rhyme

C. Rich

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