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Word by word, sentence by sentence,
Right up to the end of the world and beyond I write the desires of both my soul and my ego Then I widen the simile and Extend the metaphor to include humanity. On mornings when the pain of living becomes almost unbearable Nothing can stop my pen in its quest to Write On!
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