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Jun 2021
My endless search for inspiration
has taken me to many places
from looking up at each constellation
to down at my shoelaces

Sometimes on a kitchen bench
it's suddenly located
or when my right hand holds a wrench
while a bolt is being rotated

It's strange and always unexpected
when inspiration blooms
Sometimes we can all be affected
by simply changing rooms
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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