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⢹⡇⣿⣿⣿⠄⣞⣯⣷⣾⣿⣿⣧⡹⡆⡀⠉⢹⡌⠐⢿⣿⣿⣿⡞⣿⣿⣿
⣾⡇⣿⣿⡇⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⢻⣦⡀⠁⢸⡌⠻⣿⣿⣿⡽⣿⣿
⡇⣿⠹⣿⡇⡟⠛⣉⠁⠉⠉⠻⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⡉⠂⠈⠙⢿⣿⣝⣿
⠤⢿⡄⠹⣧⣷⣸⡇⠄⠄⠲⢰⣌⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣤⣤⡀⠄⠈⠻⢮
⠄⢸⣧⠄⢘⢻⣿⡇⢀⣀⠄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⡀⠄⢀
⠄⠈⣿⡆⢸⣿⣿⣿⣬⣭⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠝⠛⠛⠙⢿⡿⠃⠄⢸
⠄⠄⢿⣿⡀⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⡾⠁⢠⡇⢀
⠄⠄⢸⣿⡇⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⣫⣻⡟⢀⠄⣿⣷⣾
⠄⠄⢸⣿⡇⠄⠈⠙⠿⣿⣿⣿⣮⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢠⠊⢀⡇⣿⣿
⠒⠤⠄⣿⡇⢀⡲⠄⠄⠈⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠁⣰⠇⠄⢸⣿⣿⣿
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| ∧ !::::::::::::::::::::::::/:::::ノ
| / l |::::::::::::::::::::/i::::::/
| ,イ ! |:::::::j ̄ ̄::::::::l
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⠖⠒⠒⠒⢤⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇
⢸⠀⠀⣀⢤⣼⣀⡠⠤⠤⠼⠤⡄⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠑⡤⠤⡒⠒⠒⡊⠙⡏⠀⢀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠇⠀⣀⣀⣀⣀⢀⠧⠟⠁⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠸⣀⠀⠀⠈⢉⠟⠓⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⢱⡖⠋⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⢺⠧⢄⣀⠀⠀⣀⣀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⣠⠃⢸⠀⠀⠈⠉⡽⠿⠯⡆⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⣰⠁⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠉⠉⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠣⠀⠀⢸⢄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⢇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⡌⠀⠈⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢠⠃⠀⠀⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⢸⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⠀⠀⠀⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠷
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠙⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣀⣀⣀⣤⡀⠘⢿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣏⠦⠄⢠⣀⡴⠦⣀⠄⠄⠄⠸⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣤⣘⢿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠄⠸⠷⠦⠤⠤⠄⠄⢹⣦⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢹⣿
⣿⣿⡟⣁⣀⠄⠄⠄⠈⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⠛⠛⢋⣡⡍⣿⣿⣿⣸⣿
⣿⣿⣟⣃⣉⠛⠃⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⣼⠇⢁⣿⣿⡇⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣷⡉⠉⢱⡶⣴⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⡀⠈⠂⣠⣾⣿⡟⣾⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡏⠄⠴⠄⠄⢀⣀⠄⠄⢀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⣾⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⢀⣬⠾⣴⣶⣶⣿⣷⣶⣿⠟⠛⢩⣿⣿⣿⡿⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣜⡻⣿⣿⣿⠏⠄⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⢇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣝⣃⠄⠄⣾⡏⢹⡿⢟⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
Recently I stumbled on quite interesting poem and want that would you guessed it author :)
SONNET XXX
Where do you get so much power from?,
To rule in impotence over me?
I inspire lies with my own eyes,
I swear to them it was not daylight.
So endlessly the charm of evil,
The confidence and power of evil forces,
What am I forgiving dirty deeds,
Your sin, as virtue, fell in love.
All that hatred harbored in another,
Nourishes tenderness in my chest.
I love that everyone is cursing,
But don't judge me with everyone.
Special love deserve the,
Who gives an unworthy soul.