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strumming through pages
of my congested notebook
journaling different outlooks
feeling the richness of life
congesting fresh air
as the sun flares
melodically drifting
on fluttering waves
cluttered voices rippling
through the surface of
the sweet aromas
of flavored coffee beans
fresh pasties and diversities
lingering through
the midtown air
I am there
lofty lofts in my glare
in a safari
with my bitten apple
a student to my calling
a testament to my falling
a witness to my story
feeling the ages
filling the pages
note to self
you made it
