AN OUTCOME OF MY REPLICATION
Though my fate has thrown me into a dark serail,
Though, all the dices are loaded against me,
I’ve decided to rediscover some nature trail.
And to find right direction out of my papyrology.
Though, there may be something to chill my spine
And this unpropitious moment has made me mute,
There must be some ravine beyond a huge moraine,
And an inconspicuous solution waits behind a dispute.
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