December's haze weaves remembrances
In strands of annual candy floss
With sweet aftertaste of success
And sugary emptiness of loss
A rough day and I am really nervous. I just sat down to do some work and my mind is in a million pieces. And a million places. But I intend...
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Read the poem. Yes I too feel emptiness which is very sad, but guess that's life.
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