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My hands are drawn back by strange friction.
My mind is heavy with strange fiction.
Lowly feelings are circling my ambition.
And threatening to slow my precision.
But I will continue in my unsure quest.
And move my fingers from their glorified rest.
My feet are pushing over the edge.
And my mind seeking to close the wedge.

By Tokoni O. Uti.
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