So much around but
nothing is attached!
Just a routine hoopla
of collecting rubbish.
A carry-forward brouhaha
for decorate goals.
No regrets.. but
identity is a must.
Oust fractured thoughts
and day-dreams.Hold on
the smouldering anger.
Get an identity dear
and be on top of
Who's Who list.
Without it nothing
can be perfect.
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