Striving For Nobody

The presses print no papers

My name dries every tongue.

Don’t think of me, please don’t think of me

Just let me be gone.

Look through the hallways, unlock every door,

Knock down the cellar walls

Dig the hearts up from the floor.

Let me grow nameless under fallen logs,

I can’t be known any more.

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