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The pen has slayed me
The words have saved me
Twirling clarity
Time has cracked
We are all alone
Together
Borrow the words and pretend they are mine
Grandiosity, mania convinces me they are
Even the two lines above this one are thoughts borrowed from you
But these words were in me before i was even born
No doubt in my military mind

Good evening Wilcotree. I reckon you've cracked it. Every single one of us is unique. But every single word we write, say, sing, swear, whisper, shout, has been given to us by someone else. Probably every one of our words was given to us by many different people. What you do with them W, is what makes you unique. Best regards, from Byron