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Am I, will I, be that which was held? Can I, couldn't I, describe why, when asked. Nay, the crow within me cried. Blocking the need for the wizards cry. No, I am not, meanining what I feel and think will be. The future will tell, has been said. I disagree, only the moment will decide, directing the creative thought. Now I see no artist, creator wirh words. Nor can I follow, the direction sent. I am the one recording, drawing that which i have seen, street the bedding, the anchor of my freed and welcomed thoughts.

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Am I, will I, be that which was held? Can I, couldn't I, describe why, when asked. Nay, the crow within me cried. Blocking the need for the wizards cry. No, I am not, meanining what I feel and think will be. The future will tell, has been said. I disagree, only the moment will decide, directing the creative thought. Now I see no artist, creator wirh words. Nor can I follow, the direction sent. I am the one recording, drawing that which i have seen, street the bedding, the anchor of my freed and welcomed thoughts.