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Roped

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His eyes is glued,  His soul is stringed, He can't let go,  He has been roped. The little box in his hands,  A powerful machine,  Stronger than his will,  It hijacked his mind. He is not alone, Others are with him, A slave to the will, Of the little box. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Grueling Slow Love.

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The slow growth of love, So grueling, tiring and boring, It takes a while for love to mature, Real love takes a while to happen.  The slow growth of love, It's boring to lustful hearts, Love doesn't happen fast,  Real love is patient and calm. The slow growth of love, A frustrating sojourn, Two souls becoming one, Slow love is meaningful love. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Love Isn't Idle.

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Love in every word, love in every thought,  Love in every act, love in every deed, Love in fun times, love in dull times, Love in your feeling, love out of feelings,  Love is always active, it's never idle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Slow Year.

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The year started slow, but we are already if months, The sand of time drops in tiny grains, soon it's used up,  Tick-Tick says the clock as seconds turn to years, We all think we have enough time, alas it is a lie,  The year may seems slow, but it's not true. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Slow Days.

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The day usually starts slow, soon it's midday,  It keeps crawling on, till the evening time, Slowly it crawls, ticking with the clock, Not long after, it becomes dusk, the day is done, The day always starts slow, but it travels fast. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

The Bane Of All Artists: The Perfect Art.

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Searching for the perfect words to weave your best story, Searching your imagination for the perfect picture to paint, Searching for the perfect notes to compose your best song, The quest for the perfect art is the bane of all artists. ©✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Borrowed Life.

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You owe nothing, every thing is borrowed, Your life isn't yours, it's not yours to keep, Your time is borrowed, you can tell when it will be up, Naked you came here, same way shall you depart,  Your earthly adornments shall rot, none will go with you, Live your to its best, nothing you own is truly yours. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com