![]() Fabrication ViciéeA Poem by AspereWhat will you do when it knocks upon your inner gates When it asks what you want What it is you lack When it wipes clean a dusty trace with a cloth In its reflection,you'll glimpse some fact sunk in stagnation What will you do when it covers the fortress of your mind with its shroud When it asks who you are, and if you love What will you do, when you ask - " Am I?
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StatsAuthor![]() AspereWarsaw, PolandAboutEach time I encounter the phrase "tell me something about yourself," my mind goes blank. After a brief pause, I clumsily try to assemble a few words that make sense, but the problem begins the moment .. more..Writing
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