Two hundred attempts to breach, to unfold,
To know and be known, at least by myself,
To sort out, to wake, awaken and shout.
I breathe, I exist, not a book on some shelf!
I hope and I strive, succinct and precise,
To make sense of the words, to spin without threads.
From the sound of the phrases, to see the mosaic,
A picture of my, two hundred attempts.
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Two hundred
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