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Fruits of over-thoughtfulness and secret espers
“Fruits of over-thoughtfulness”
Even to my best of friends,
I couldn't talk.
Because of the thought,
They might;
Walk,
While I sulk.
I rather stitch My mouth,
Than to disturb,
the only person, I want
To converse with.
I am not solo,
Have solitude got my
Back, when tired;
As all my plans got,
back-fired.
What if all my companions...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:48 pm
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