life felt empty for a while.
days were dull.
sun signed hot.
and night went sleepy.
morning was drowsy,
and water always chilly,
books were boring
and roads always dusty,
hungry belly
and food more salty.
cloths were dirty
and bag was heavy.
hair was uncombed
and face unwashed.
empty mind was aiming high.
but
lazy bones that always lies.
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