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Non Fiction


Halfbaked lies smacked straight to my bemused face//seeking a matching remedy seems so unready in reality// Fiction coiled into tales and unreliable fables claiming and proclaiming the validity of every fraction of reasoning process seasoned// World war iii if you asked me!! will always reckon and repeat the words of the world's serious thinkers,thinking through dogma!!!// Do not believe me,"friction aint the final resting place for human reason"... Kissa Comfort
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