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Dec 2020
Same conversation every day
But this moments passing anyway
So let's fill it with some meaning
While the day is still receding
These motions may be shallow
But we won't let the day lie fallow
For we've seen the weeds that grow
And it's enough for us to know
That a charade is better still
Than a moment left unfilled
Written by
Travis Wilson  35/M/NC
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