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Thought—
the first one in my
mind—after the sun blooms.
Smile
that creeps amidst
the dispirited chores.
Sensation
that my feet feels on
the beach.
Rhythm
in my spirited
morning run.
Reason
for the verses in my
poem.
Music
that I decide to play
in loop.
Memory
that fills all my
senses.
Feeling
when I talk to a
long-seen best friend.
Euphoria
that the music I
looped creates in my mind.
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