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| dafremen |
Indeed in this ether, lost am I. Where could the coming turns have spent my hopefulness? What are the rolling changes come hunting after me thinking they will find? A fool? A half-wit hiding behind his intellect? That is all the prize left to the Gambler here. And the profound understanding that had all but claimed me as its own? It is gone, in it's place a sheave of heated whispers; notions of a fool spilt as mumbles. I have no magic bag. I lead no charmed life. Just a toy upon the tide, a pawn of the Almighty trying to crawl away. He will have His way. |
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