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Is a vein,
Running through the world
Pulsing with art and
Forgotten songs
Like an invisible river,
Flowing with the blood of mankind

I float down through it
From this biased, two-faced country
That calls itself
“Free”

To a foreign land
That holds tradition and moral.
And its pulse races
And captivates me in a beat
Swirling with lost words
And ink from a comic
Yet to be created