at least for this forthcoming fifteen minutes
suddenly perceive all lethargy in the world come to the air
nothing to be solved, nothing to be composed, nothing is real
albeit i have promised my genuine soulmate
each morning i wake up from my bed
that i'll do my all today
that i'll live
that i'll dream on
that i'll dig my deepest breath
to view my precious
to unify my scattered scratches
to unravel the unimaginable
to paw land of hope
-lunch break, my very cubicle-
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