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What Even
- Gurdit
- Oct 17, 2020
- 1 min read
There are thoughts,
In my head so many,
Yet I can’t write,
A poem on any.
Because I am unsure,
How true they are,
If I’m even awake,
Or dreaming so far.
In this world,
Of chaos and hope,
Writing musings,
Even on the envelope.
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