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Routine Blues
Morning light creeps in,
Coffee brews, the same old song,
Chairs wear dust like dreams—
Outside the world spins brighter,
Adventure whispers her name.
She tired of her day-to-day routine,
With mornings that echoed, a mundane scene.
Time...
Coffee brews, the same old song,
Chairs wear dust like dreams—
Outside the world spins brighter,
Adventure whispers her name.
She tired of her day-to-day routine,
With mornings that echoed, a mundane scene.
Time...
