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A Strange Confabulation

I ponder heavily, My pen lies in Assiduous wait, Its nib protruding Like fangs unleashed.   Strenuous contemplation takes over. ‘I am master of myself’, I thunder. Why then, does my slave-engineered brain Refuse to create?   Thoughts, ideas, impressions … Continue reading

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