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sometimes we get bored, upset.
tired so, as we rhyme strings at "-set".
didn't we miss or forget?..

some
          thing
                makes
               


                sence?

our soul can be free or with fence.

our hands on our own indeed,
kind wave's the flame to share,
to feed,
looking at someone's need.

you steel feel keen and synchro to that?
i'm not shure i do, trying move to further fret.

get rid of upset, stop watching through watercircles of losses.

let's try to be hopeful, not hopeless.

/// A. Kepler 12/02/2020