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#objectives
A singular urge is a first, reach out and stretch to grasp what's ahead. Craving the crest of a wave, we're high on the day as it's made. Each is a slave where emotions are led, fixed with impatient aches when we age. Hard to remember which intentions were sent, resetting said objectives of late. Targets in sight from the white of your eye, these short lived events curl up in death. Less than a wisp as it fades into air, rolling along to reclaim what we shared.
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Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:33 PM UTC
Thirst
sit down; Mexican standoff side saddle head cocked readily shot-stare asunder to paper/pen & the grinning wince. employment; where are you now? You, in current state gaseous coagulation, you neither “in the mix” or ahead. bullet point; list thoughts & aspirations, where you thought you ought to wish you were here!ing and not. T&C; going forward agree to meet the anticipated expectations as if you wore that crown to say "you own you". handshake; the formality contracts its bindings, and the paper witness writ as statement that we will                  do this again sometime.
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Objectives:-