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Sethnicity Mar 2016
At blank pages I
Stare in awe in reverence from
Which heights did you Fall?
How long has it been since I've put pen to paper?
I tremble for the faint scribble may not appease thy nibble nature, Cut short and stumbled upon, for my memory serves me very well and yours as well.

— The End —