We need
a shot in the arm
a double dose
of spirit
to guard our hearts
from polluted prose
that crushes
empathy’s pulse
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I stretch, I think, I stretch some moreAwake enough to process dreamsAnd preserve new hopes on paperI stretch, I think, I stretch some moreI scribble, I scratch, I switch out wordsThen tap out new memoriesI stretch, I think, I stretch some moreAwake enough to process dreams
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First: the shoes. Take them off!Next: some music. Volume goes up.Then: dance a little. Who’s watching?Next: look in fridge. Snack break.Next: grab a book. Mind candy.Finally: lights out. Time to dream.
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