Will things gets back on track?
Will the universe be realigned?
Will that lucky penny be found?
Will the self-doubt go away?
Will the pen finally have no more blood?
Will the sword be put away?
Will the powers that be relent?
Will the brainstorm lead to a breakthrough?
Will the cushions give up their truths?
Will the truth find its path?
Will the robot crates give way?
Will we be woken?
Categories: Culture, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society
psychologistmimi 
Political Cushions Still
Gas-Lit Farty Folks Still Sitting Enjoying IT All🤢
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Oh my. Oh my 🙂
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Hehe..;)
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According to my horrorscape…. horoscope.. tomorrow. Tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow…(Annie)
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Hehe. Yes. Tomorrow can be good
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It wasssssss – i got to spend money 😉
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