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Oct 2018
I stand in line
Waiting for my coffee
Not a thought in my mind
And then one enters
The thought of how thoughtless I am
How vacuous my mind is

Why do I so rarely wonder
So rarely toy with things beyond me
Where are the thoughts of my youth
And am I the person I used to be?
The barista handed me my coffee
I didn't realize that I had already paid

I smiled and left the shop
Hadrian Veska
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