The search for originality...
Stifles many to follow.
Without an independent,
Creativity in mind to lead.
Some who do this to others,
Discover stagnant air...
In shallow pools unable to breathe.
To leave them blatantly seen,
As those who adorn masks.
Supported by neither spine...
Nor equiiped with a spleen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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