Salted Life


Most of the time, I write for work 
On such occasions, I stayed in a quiet nook
When they were finished, I got paid
Then I treat myself to write
Somewhere pleasant and bright

So that flowers are blooming
my hearts racing

and once again the borderline between reality and dream 
could hardly be seen

 

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