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Mar 2014
There exist Thresholds
past which One hinders One's Self
waiting for Others.

There is a certain
virtue to just moving on
when necessary.

Impersonal truth,
very much can be painful;
so it's always been.

Some things ne'er shall change,
though one cannot ascertain:
discretion is key.

There exist Thresholds,
beyond which we can't perceive;
One cannot discern.

There exist Thresholds,
once passed are gone forever:
One must act with care.

There exist Thresholds,
transient yet permanent-
take heed; beware.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
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