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Fear


Eternally do we cower behind reasons,
'Spite possessing the perfect machine to dazzle the self.
When the brightest minds looked for mechanical solutions,
Someone flew ahead and used chemicals.
With only them in clutch, he created the 'Mind'
that which could travel anywhere within a blink.
Endowed with this and much more,
We shiver and shudder within ourselves!

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