Trippen around
blurry morning
open
smile with a frown..
Coffee in one,
hand..
Mind drifting
throughout another
land…
Sunday morning
wakening blues
within a quakening
thought,
what does one
do?
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chris jensen – Lost Poetry
Trippen around
blurry morning
open
smile with a frown..
Coffee in one,
hand..
Mind drifting
throughout another
land…
Sunday morning
wakening blues
within a quakening
thought,
what does one
do?
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