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Aug 9
In the beginning of the dawn,
beings alike waited for their brains to mature.
The brain labelled itself,
and followed with alike ideas thereafter...

Oh, aren’t you as glad as I
to possess such poetic beauty now
that freely flows from
the matured control centre?
Alicia Moore
Written by
Alicia Moore  18/F/Ireland
   Skylar Sophisticated and Sushant
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