::BionicScribe - Intellect Intensified::
April 14, 2005
Last words
I’ve run out
It no longer flows
Thoughts I want to make
The depth is lost
Still one strives
To make
What is left me
Maybe the only one I know
The others are not sure
Oh it’s all so frivolous
Therein ends the DAY
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