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Oct 2019
Low-key,
everyday is a grind
and then cease fire for a day
and dine upon Friday's holy bread
just to fall in a hazy slumber.

The awakening wind
makes your chest rise
and your lungs sit back.
Rome wasn't build in a day,
it also did not fall in one.
thoughts
Written by
Espresso manic  M/Somewhere
(M/Somewhere)   
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