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I may as well scratch a line maybe two,
Of these words filled with the power to soothe
The most ubiquitous storm in any place
Or to provoke a quarrelsome tempest.
No deception of phrases meant to relieve.
Graced by pen in hand and mobility of body,
Soul seekers stretch limits into endless skies.
Solid lines mark a writers' striking presense,
But never his mind's bounds to any extent.
