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Finally, i can now write poetry  
I feel free, no shackles around me  
The cares are less, and more is the sense  
The stream of thoughts, at large roaming  
   
Finally, my head is empty, i am Illiterate  
Like a shepherd who never read a line from Poe..  
Like a blank mind, with no regrets  
Or a sad broken heart, with no sorrow  
   
I am void, and devoid of any fly  
That may disturb my tranquility  
My mind is bent on vagrant thinking  
Reveries of a pure sanity or even insanity  
   
I am floating in oblivious indolence  
Senseless at any stimulating sting  
Like being anaesthetize for surgery  
Or passing thru' a cleansing purgatory  
   
The feelings come raw, wrapped in letters  
In arial fonts, no color or size recommended  
In such '' let spill '', so let them go and land  
They are Reality, which we strive to forget