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Nov 4
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
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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