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My idea of a good night is staying in And technology serves as my friend With a glass of wine or bottle of brew in my hand Talking to a list of favorable foes on the web Where conversations boarder between flirty and scholarly lines And typed dialogues lead way to theoretical thoughts and inspirational designs Pondering ignites a spark that surges in my mind I’ll begin to research the fast array of thoughts that run through my brain Fixated on scientific data, predicted trends and worldly traits Eventually it’s not enough for my thought I’ll try to fight the inevitable feeling that starts to form in my gut Leading way to the breeding ground for butterflies Factual documents begin to get lost in the shuffle As my attentions now caught by an excerpt or rousing photo New tabs are opened over the old And I always find myself ending at the same place Looking up poems about love and images elapsed from past days
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
Solitary Successions
My idea of a good night is staying in And technology serves as my friend With a glass of wine or bottle of brew in my hand Talking to a list of favorable foes on the web Where conversations boarder between flirty and scholarly lines And typed dialogues lead way to theoretical thoughts and inspirational designs Pondering ignites a spark that surges in my mind I’ll begin to research the fast array of thoughts that run through my brain Fixated on scientific data, predicted trends and worldly traits Eventually it’s not enough for my thought I’ll try to fight the inevitable feeling that starts to form in my gut Leading way to the breeding ground for butterflies Factual documents begin to get lost in the shuffle As my attentions now caught by an excerpt or rousing photo New tabs are opened over the old And I always find myself ending at the same place Looking up poems about love and images elapsed from past days
cait
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:20 AM UTC
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