Write yourself...
All these ideas and nothing is free,
meandering ideology and modality
and, what do we attain from it?
Confusion and unreality
in lost hours,
for nothing.
A paid copyright
for a story no one wants to tell,
or read.
A discourse of fancy,
a result like struggling plants
in winters cold soil.
A dialogue without end
or adversary.
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