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Jul 2017
The impending sense of dread,
Scurries back into my mind,

Whilst I attempt to distract myself,
Pretending to unwind.

When all I’m doing really,
Is finding ways to procrastinate.

To distract oneself from oneself,
It’s fantastically obstinate.
Tansy Roake
Written by
Tansy Roake  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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