Without a pen that we would like to know, let us know that we lose the breadth of our furiersWhy we are only allowed to follow. While we love freedom to the point of being inwardThis world isn’t we shouldOu rather than we are hostile to it. Where we can find refuge away from the moulds that standardise us than their codes and rules of side-mindness, which come to their fire, throw away from the love of cancer hearts? Without a brush that our panels would be...