HERE AGAiN. i AM BACK. BACK LiKE EVERYTiME. THOUGHTS WHO LOST THEiR SHiMMER, NO NEW iNPUT FOR THE OLD RHYME. LOST iN DESPAiR, LEFT TO SiMMER. CiRCLiNG UPON THEiR OWN LiNE. NO BACKDOOR ON THE HORiZON. OVER TiME LEFT BEHiND SUBDUED, NOT FiNE. DOWNPLAYiNG THE FACT, ACTiNG OUT THE CON. iT'S ABOUT DESiRES, SUPPRESSED NEEDS. UNTiL NO ACCESS TO EMOTiONS iS LEFT. NUMB, DUMB THAT'S WHERE iT LEADS. JUST ONE WAY OUT, WHAT A HEFT. AM i READY FOR THE REFRAiN?
WEEKEND-WRiTiNG-PROMPT #307
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The cook has to standing by the soup and all the heavy things endure without grumbling with it out of the soup becomes a delicious meal the dedication of the cook that is his horizon
How true
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The cook has to
standing by the soup
and all the heavy things
endure without grumbling
with it out of the soup
becomes a delicious meal
the dedication of the cook
that is his horizon
How true