The Writer

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My discourse to its extinction
to this parchment printed upon
my opinion impress no one

being ill-defined, pitched to the side.
 

To you, I weep in the absence of tears
a lament without a view
drifting and straying, confused indiscriminately
in this dark, sinister period.
 

I burst out with muted cry
this misery digs deep, I am unflinching
even in the absence of your appreciation
I know I am preeminent to you.
 

My message shall stimulate your thoughts
its depth shall exhibit my intellect
I am not weak, I am not weak, I am not less worthy
as I was yesterday. 

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