how we start the day is as individual as our fingerprints
what seems obvious when seen without its context will be incomplete
even enemies can occasionally find common interests
temporary things left long enough, forgotten become permanent
all of the flavors of life are available packaged in doses
a place is a thought for those who never visit for others, it’s home
sometimes we make do with what we’ve got close at hand and it’s now normal
apprehensively the city is opening to the new normal
the words wash over carried by the emotions they hope to impart
to share what we think is an act of trust, giving something of ourselves
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