Cubital Poems - Poems about Cubital

...In the padded cell of my confinement I think and feel and slide Down a slope of reason and emotion dressed in gloves and mask I am rebel but in times of these I learnt to follow orders and abid......

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...chin lightly nested atop loosely peopled interlaced fingers supported via multi purpose table bent arms displayed elbows cocked (approximately gabled at ninety degree angle), which pose......

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