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Nov 2015
What greater obsticle
could there e'er be
then One's own Self
and One's mortality?

Aye, therein lies the rub,
that is to say
an opportunity
to overcome
and to grow:
One's very own Dharma,
or dare I yet to say
One's suppos'ed destinyβ€½
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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