How does one describe doing
absolutely nothing? Without realizing
all the things they did not do?
Countless opportunities for enormous
change.
I think I'll sleep instead.
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War sure
dryer.
Dance pants
drowning in the fuzz.
The riptide rips.
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Streaks of crayon lights
break the dark
illuminating brick,
comfort comes,
from something I
can't grasp.
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