《Letting Go...》Something
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Something quiet
that doesn’t light up
and try to capture
my attention.
Something private
for only my eyes
that no one else
will see
or track.
Something that
doesn’t live in
a cloud
or on a flat screen.
Give me a cheap
ink pen,
a lined notebook
and silence…

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