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Aug 2016
The outer limits
of
MY MIND
roam the surface
not seeming to
engage the core
of deeper
cerebral function
Ever so complex
and designed
to create, relate
and love,
the struggle
to create becomes
stagnate and cold
Compelled by
passion and will
to be the best
The process
eternally continues
without an option
to ever end.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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