Health Priorities

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The clock strikes 18:00,
as I make my way downtown.
Purple March indigo turning reddish,
on my way back home from buying headphones.

Things like "the world has no colors"
makes sense to me if I stop to think,
there is little with much effort in this "place",

but I just like hp (health priorities).

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
and keep on loving,
then no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
it's just a bit similar.
Actually, practically not.

Tomorrow the clock will reach 18:00 again,
wondering if I'll still be here.
Little pieces of mind in the piece of a peaceful place,
not making sense anymore.

And so go love, love, love, love, love, love, love,
without you in my mind,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not at all.
Well, maybe kind of.

(I know it's wrong this way, but I get this sensation of wanting to float.)

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