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Who am I ? Can I ever aspire to touch that shining spot, Suspended in the entirety? This base form is bound. Every agent a shackle; Every constant a fetter. And 'this' the final frontier beyond which lies the ever unattainable. I am but a constituent; A byproduct. An aberration. And such shall never surpass the goal of ordinance. Or seek to know more than that which is due. For futile is this search And that which I hope will ensue from it.
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
Sceptical me
Who am I ? Can I ever aspire to touch that shining spot, Suspended in the entirety? This base form is bound. Every agent a shackle; Every constant a fetter. And 'this' the final frontier beyond which lies the ever unattainable. I am but a constituent; A byproduct. An aberration. And such shall never surpass the goal of ordinance. Or seek to know more than that which is due. For futile is this search And that which I hope will ensue from it.
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30/M/Indian
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
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