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Jun 2015
Like a drug or wine it fills up the mind,
evacuating the brain one thought at a time.

At the mercy of it's creators, anticipation looms,
making cherished spaces out of standard rooms.

Seeking it out becomes an adventure;
sitting with it in solitude, our guilty pleasure.

Now we've become spoiled, or at least our ears.
Feeling so grateful,  to that let's cheers!
On a bus in SF
Written by
t watson
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