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Lukewarm
A countryside house, average wife, 2 kids ordinary days, post office paying the ever-hanging bills..
All of a sudden, it all didn’t seem like a terrible idea, writing from sinusitis, is that a Greek town, a philosopher or perhaps the headache I am experimenting with thick liquids on my napkin?
Unthinkable, Alicia Keys writes unapologetically and lyrics gentlemen.. Portuguese Man O’ War, I misunderstood life or did I homeworked the children I have forgiven myself for not knowing.
Poetry pages endless, I rhyme anything I could with agony with rain showers inside of me they care less and less perhaps it was all for the best, the death of Alexander The Great..
Because in Pakistan, someofyou, a piece of me, remains peaceful also under a too big to remove, breath.
Go write early life biography, a thunder exclaimed if you don’t mind reheating the coffee.
