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I have cut glass with diamonds precise I have drawn secrets out of closed eyes They are made puppets of my device They hope for fire, I give them ice With my precision they hardly bled Of all their history … Continue reading

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The foundation of thought Needs be sturdy and strong In vagaries not caught Only rational belong We should be precise Our logic so clear Our intellect ice This crisp time of year Our arguments right Our materials sound There‚Äôs no … Continue reading

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