Rook

They took my book.

Gave me a look.

Another route be firm don’t shout.

Entailing inscriptions of visions dreams of finer things.

Don’t mistake the moment when you could be monumental don’t get up to crawl.

Life isn’t minuscule.

So will and surviving must be more than living.

Thrive.

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