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There’s a moment, every morning, when I see dreams slip away but still clutch the fleeting feeling of forgetting yesterday.

We stress and obsess over wealth we possess but death takes away every dime; A much better measure of what

Sometimes words, like stars, align in stellar patterns, where they shine. Sometimes words, like wraiths, degrade and slink in shadows,

With crazed now craved for content clicks, iconoclasts act kind for kicks.

It’s never too late to just wait a bit later and summon the will of a procrastinator.

I like to think old souls are shared and each new birth is death repaired.

If new books filled my shelf each day, I think it’d feel enchanted Yet a library sits one block away,

Some words ignite. Some words defuse. Be careful with the words you choose.

Holding a book and perusing its pages has made our brains better and brighter for ages but holding a screen

You don’t need a reason for kind things you say. You don’t need a motive to make someone’s day. You