Though the temps
were mild
I couldn’t help feel
the burn in my mind.
When I rise tomorrow
what will confuse me?
At first all was ludicrous.
Now, it’s too late.
Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.
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Though the temps
were mild
I couldn’t help feel
the burn in my mind.
When I rise tomorrow
what will confuse me?
At first all was ludicrous.
Now, it’s too late.
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