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Nov 2024
Erring on the edge of contemplation
Those deepest thoughts released from their station
Running astray without an end game
Released from their pit, now wild not tame
How can I sleep knowing these are now free
All forgotten when you awake,
tiredly stirring my tea

A.M. Thoughts

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
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