mind in a jam
it's the sweetest kind
talents wasted on time
were they buried deep below
past the guards where no man goes
buried treasure was that wise
wasted talents on the rise.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 4th, 2026 10:18
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