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Aug 2010
My thoughts were a bundle,
My thoughts were unresolved,
My body had been my friend
And I was in conflict with thought.

But now as I lose control
Over motion and pose,
My thoughts have become my only hope;
They spoke with me in prose.

- N.C.
Nadine Caruana
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