What it is you have left,
Once ev-erything that can be taken,
Is completely bereft,
Your money removed with no more income,
Possessions disappear,
Naked, friendless, your family all gone,
Along with anyone else you hold dear,
Tortured into revealing deep secrets,
Still your limbs are removed,
Even light is extinguished, then touch, too,
All else that might yet soothe,
So what is left,
That you may call your own?
Whatever ‘tis you must nurture it now,
For it’s what makes you unique ‘mongst the clones.
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