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rancid skiff Oct 23, 2023, 6:12 PM

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Along the nook lies a book made for me,
Its cover shines not a fearful seem,
Cast to shadows; call to thee,
Mistake me not; the master's keys,
Shackles bind my mind at ease,
Wailing to the songbirds of tomorrow, lest we perish amongst the fits of the first morning's feast,
Unbound is my truth within gazing; eyes to see an ascension that’s failing.

patent steppe Oct 23, 2023, 6:30 PM

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what does the second line mean?

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not a fearful seem, to be more specific

rancid skiff Oct 23, 2023, 6:31 PM

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The book, It’s made for me. It isn’t scary.

patent steppe Oct 23, 2023, 6:31 PM

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it's a very interesting poem

rancid skiff Oct 23, 2023, 6:32 PM

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I hate poems

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💀

patent steppe Oct 23, 2023, 6:32 PM

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even if it's slightly difficult to understand due to the way u've written the lines

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the cut-offs for the statements seem a bit abrupt, don't you think?

rancid skiff Oct 23, 2023, 6:32 PM

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Yeah

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That’s the point

patent steppe Oct 23, 2023, 6:32 PM

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mistake me not, the master's keys

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the master's keys what?

rancid skiff Oct 23, 2023, 6:32 PM

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Masters keys

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Shackles

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It’s made for me not a fearful seem

patent steppe Oct 23, 2023, 6:33 PM

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yeah, no, I got it

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it was just hard for me to get it

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