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Tuesday, February 08, 2022

Early morning, cold air keeps me in bed, I regret the words I said when I last knew you.

Waiting until almost noon to begin my day, no place to go but I don’t want to stay.

Bored with my routine, hours wasting away, what price have I paid seeking what I haven’t yet found…


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