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I would say so much more

For I still have in store

Three quarters of the lore

Burning bright at my core,

And despite being hoar

My spirit still does soar

Away to distant shore,

Though faced with this white door

It knows no anymore,

Should it cross and explore,

Walk upon this cold floor?

Or should it keep in store

What was mentioned afor?

I tell through every pore

But I wish not to sore

Neither to be a bore

So I’ll just end before…

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         Hour 9.

Clearly not my best work, but a produce of my work nonetheless. The theme was ‘cut short’.