I Used To Be

I used to read books

stained with a plethora of words

I used to overlook

it all like overhead birds

I used to be shook

in other words

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Where I go to empty my head.

The often overlooked qualities in the simple exchanges of daily life

I read. I write. I create.

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Life, love, and the pursuit of things lost or longed for.

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