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Fejiro: Untitled The pen is blunt and broken The stream in which i sail has dried up I am stuck in a watery desert I sail in dusty dunes. My thoughts now stink of staleness My eyes see only what is not I perceive droughty darkness Sigh. I call out to the outworldly powers Endow upon me motivation Give me inspirational bliss For this i plead. Lift me up from this concrete mire The pen is mightier than the sword Yet the blade sharpens it What more can we do?. I am drunk with happiness In ecstasy do i find bondage Howbeit, when i am all gray and angled I shall be strengthened like the pharaoh's adopted. |
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