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Aug 2019
It didn't plant it.
It didn't flood it down.
It didn't abolish it reasonably.
It didn't alter my soul according to the 'fashion'.
Rather, served its most uncompromising visions mercilessly!
It flicked the flicker.
Began flicking,
Flared conquered all in vain.
-Nothing- pronounced,
-Something in the brain-
Was 'performing'.
A Freedom
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