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The Solution


The symbols that swarm before me

form nothing in my eyes, my mind.

So how am I supposed to see

the solution to all that is sought?

 

I promise you, I try my best.

I study hard, I listen up.

But now all that I have is rest-

in my mind, only respite.

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