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At a table with no place
I still eat my desired taste
My utensils is my knowledge
My plate is my mind
The glass that sits to the right, is my write
Half full with expectations
and half empty with no dreams
My food is fear that sets place on my plate
I dine at a table with no hope in place
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The table is set let's eat our fill and gather up the rest for later. #Blessings
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