or Has it? The way I wake up to a crowded time, the impact on creativity until I turned the tide in making use or fun of it ...
The cross in chuckles. The cram of much in catch up too. The swift hurl unfurls where I would rather be. The face off of the tatters in remnants. At least the plans to live in come, will I hope keep me focused ... and not too lost ...
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