November 2011
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“To climb steep hills requires slow pace at first.”
– Shakespeare
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A hole gnawed in me,
Torn savagely by those of my kind.
Knowledge is what I want to give them, truth about me,
Truth of what raw emotions can pain me.
They walked on, they led on
Breaking the paths, bending it, my feet.
I crawled like a senseless puppet, I slouched like a slave.
But I moved. I moved.
Ask the heart what it truly desires, asked it why it loves the sharp tools so much?
Does it really...
