I want to write a verse today.
Art wishes to run its course today.
I want to break the boundaries of this cubicle.
This computer feels like a curse today.
I want to paint these blank white walls.
I wish my colours would disperse today.
I want to break this deafening silence.
I wish to freely converse today.
Don't want to deal with numbers anymore.
I wish to play with words today.
Art wishes to run its course today.
I want to break the boundaries of this cubicle.
This computer feels like a curse today.
I want to paint these blank white walls.
I wish my colours would disperse today.
I want to break this deafening silence.
I wish to freely converse today.
Don't want to deal with numbers anymore.
I wish to play with words today.
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