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Day 71- 11.26.20

Self-control


If I could sing well,

like if I could make beautiful sounds emerge

from the depths of my chest,

I'm absolutely certain

I'd do nothing else.

It continually blows my mind

that the birds overhead

ever choose to soar

in silence.

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