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Longings
I have longed to hit the quill
And hear the faithful tick-tock
Of a perishing machine
I have longed to bear witness
Of encounters of words and meanings
Long sunk in man’s memory
I have long prepared this soul
To find the truths, lies and doubts
Buried deep in man’s mystery
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