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Fraught Grapple
Now nearly at the cusp of finding logic to the dare
With expended all vigor and resources in despair
Past forte banked upon has since proven wrong
Heart though persistent, head tells to move along
Most of earlier envisaged is contrarily turning about
Staunchest of old values now cast many a doubt
Notwithstanding abilities, I feel isolated and prone
Stifled...
Thursday 10th April 2014 4:33 pm
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