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The Joy of Writing

Pour out the soul and watch the patterns
It forms as it spreads across the floor.
Decipher the pattern and win a prize-
Shiny new self-knowledge!

But be careful-
No one eludes one like oneself.
The mirror is a shadow, and the
Lines betray the center.

The rush to simplicity is deadly;
It makes the spirit suffer.
The mind claims victory…
As the fragile body falls.