《Mind Poetry》2.9

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My head aches

As I think and think

The daily dose of sun light is at its peak.

Metal reflect and radiate heat.

Giving me a sickly feeling, it's a treat!

But the wind is blowing sweet

And the trees rustle adoringly,

While I sit boringly-

Listening to Riri's beat.

Not knowing time lost

Just sitting, doing nothing.

Truly the work of a procrastinator.

T. G

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