A stroll in the park of my poems

12/12/18

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With thoughts travelling faster than the train,
I reminisced the memories and the pain,
The familiar sceneries had stored with them,
With each one unlocking a door to my past,
I only wished the journey could end so fast,
So that I can reach my destination,
And get into my routine of procrastination.

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