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You inspire me with all your words, flowing briskly on a swift tongue

Lost in some complexity, my mouth falls dumb

Dear god what a trial, with no choice but to succumb

For energy put in motion is far greater than any affirmation can become

Steadfast and so willful, your vessel plays the lot

To house these silly treasures and all of these forgots

◄ The art of being Struck

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