Elusion

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    • Auston
    • is not buying it, gravity can't be real.

    Elusion
    I was nothing but a body.
    Perhaps even less.
    Don't you recognize me?
    uncover our heads,
    in the shadow of the gallows.
    I wastired of huddling on the ground.
    You knew my weakspot,
    but I knew you would not betray me.
    Without fail,
    I eluded.
    Empty and dead,
    I eluded.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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