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May 2017
the radio drones a drama
I hardly listen
its white noise disguised
as something more important.

the mind soaks up everything
wrings out the sponge
and starts again
unlimited capacity through the senses.

there are things I feel I should do
get around to doing over thinking
but thinking is limitless
eternity much more attractive.
Written by
nivek
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