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Feb 2019
Like batteries of phone
We ought to recharge
The universe isn’t a tiny mould
It’s infinitely large

Like bulbs of light
We ought to shine bright
Dimmers are everywhere
They’ll always try to dim your light.

Like a music speaker
We ought to spread our bittersweet tunes
In the midst of races and chaos
We ought to taste the cool breezy afternoons
Written by
TitaniumInks
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