sometimes when i read something great
or see a great drawing
or hear a great song
i pause and think about all the wasted time.
and then i waste some more.
i'll lap them tomorrow.
with ink stained fingers
and dark ringed eyes.
and they'll wonder
where i came from.
#dyi
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I could have written this. Except I didn't. I was busy wasting time.
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