I felt like writing a poem
In the middle of the night
The ideas came scrambling
But soon after, took flight.
A molting nomad came along
In time and delayed
It flit about and went away
Yet gave me words that stayed.
Day 42 of 108
Today, unsurprisingly, I came across my own sloth and greed. I ate, spent, consumed much more than I should have. I feel myself lapsing int...
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