SlowA Poem by Quillone of those daysRepetition breeds tiring boredom Though routines are prime to living At time things must be diverse Walking similar routes aches the mind Flexibilities are a necessity Else one attains insanity and unawareness The resident after taste is weakening Hence one must make things alluring Thus ridding oneself from conceding© 2022 QuillFeatured Review
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