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Silky cocoon of routine leaves this metamorphosis stagnating how the discomfort thieves the fear of change isolating The struggle lies in the escape with no energy left to attempt monotonous days left to drape as if life holds me in contempt Hanging on this lonely branch sometimes I pray just to fall monotonous routine's avalanche  creates days so banal And then a child finds the lonely silk plucks carefully into a glass jar Oh how the curiosity of their ilk creates this warm inner spar A want to escape a need to taste  freedom's luscious grapes make haste happiness,  make haste.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
Make Haste
Silky cocoon of routine leaves this metamorphosis stagnating how the discomfort thieves the fear of change isolating The struggle lies in the escape with no energy left to attempt monotonous days left to drape as if life holds me in contempt Hanging on this lonely branch sometimes I pray just to fall monotonous routine's avalanche  creates days so banal And then a child finds the lonely silk plucks carefully into a glass jar Oh how the curiosity of their ilk creates this warm inner spar A want to escape a need to taste  freedom's luscious grapes make haste happiness,  make haste.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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