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These empty spaces fill with thoughts, as I try to find the topic to talk. I thumb around inside my head, searching digging, hoping that soon I will be given the bread. The insight is locked up tight, try as I might I just keep digging down instead of lifting up. But this body just does not give, not without a fight, not without the knowledge to unlock the power to take might, to have sight, let the freedom of intelligence show you a place you couldn't even spell against, the veil has been lifted,information is gifted, a gift that i may, nay I will attribute, proud to distribute. The power that can be received is only a catalyst to the power that can be given Charles Bray
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garrick.voigt
Remember to capitalize the first letter in each line. Aside from that, very good poetic grammar! The message was great as well.

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