There's always something
pining away.
Tugs at my energy
adding more weight.
Revolving door
Can't keep my head straight.
Varying vicissitudes
Making me late.
All in pursuit.
Of meeting my fate.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2023 15:05
- Category: Reflection
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