Never know who I’m going to lose
Waste of space
Time and place
Dusty orange sunsets accent outer space
Matter of time
Lose my rhyme
And I can’t find the reason, anymore.
(n) indulgence in aimless thought or dreamy imagining
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Why a bumpy year? Liked the last “ sentence “ of this one.