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sometimes

September 15, 2016

sometimes it starts in the centre
and sometimes from the debris on the periphery

fullness surrendering to emptiness
only to be refilled

piles of tins and wrappers
marking days and nights

untidy life –
what you strive for is sometimes what you get

sometimes

pain chore wagon
or paint your wagon

which secret of life are you
on your way to unlock?

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