Seed of Thought

What is mine, is mine
Too long thoughts have been added
Through invalid means

So what's mine is mine
I identify which thoughts
I have invited

And what's yours is yours
Each thought without valid source
Is returned to you

"Define invalid"
Barely heard echoed in halls
Finds me half-hearted

"If I can't trace source
If it only tears me down
It is invalid."

Bitter bickering
Heard from former residents
Now drowns out itself

Angles adjusted
I have no moral concerns
Silencing them here~

~There is always "here"
Where Seed of Thought is planted
Between my temples

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