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Muddled thoughts that swirl and spin,
Rustling deep, a storm within.
Digging holes that never cease,
Staring up, seeking peace.
"Hey, buddy, what's up, it's been too long,
I’m back to chat, where I belong.
With insights fresh, from deep inside,
Let’s talk again, no need to hide."
About the Creator
Anwesha
The one who showers every plant, keep trust in that gardener's chant.
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