It's 11:11 PM
She clicks through her phone looking
for nothing in particular, salvation maybe?
swiping through app after app, bored.
swiping through life after life, bored.
She looks at the clock
It's 11:11, make a wish.
She thinks deeply for a while,
What does she want?
Good grades? Got that.
Good family? Got that.
Good Looks? Got that.
Friends? well...
and then It pops into her head.
Happiness.
but by then it's 11:12
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Big World Little Poems.
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