sometimes
there is a lull
in love, there is
boredom with
work,
in thinking.
the world slows
down to a crawl.
no spice,
no fireworks
in the sky,
it's just another
day passing
by, paint it grey,
paint it
white, savor
it's calm respite.
there is a lull
in love, there is
boredom with
work,
in thinking.
the world slows
down to a crawl.
no spice,
no fireworks
in the sky,
it's just another
day passing
by, paint it grey,
paint it
white, savor
it's calm respite.
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