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Sep 28
Paragraph to paragraph
Reading away from myself.
Drifting from what is needed
Swallowed into a useless realm.
"Mind, get me through the day, will you?
I promise to entertain your earthly bliss."
Yet the more I resist,
A thought surfacesβ€”
How foolish of me
To not treat time a luxury!
So, I pick up my pen,
Bury my nose into the depths of the books
Find my little dream resting on its pagesβ€”
Waiting to be read, to be true.
mmusings
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