Poetic Filter

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          From time to time I've scribbled rhymes, and written on a wide-ruled page. Praying for inspiration to crash and fall like tidal waves.

        This "modern age" I'd rather bring it outside and let it go, to escape from being notified every time the wind decides to blow. Where ticks and tocks are used for self discovery and progress. Where children use technology to learn instead of regress. Look...

     I write to finally renovate. To organize and excavate, the daily feed of nonsense, and find a way to fully separate. My drive. My purpose. My hopes and dreams from pointless pictures of fuzzy kittens and senseless internet memes.

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