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The Grey Sofa

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Hope dies last
Anne Henry

Rutuja Alandkar

Date
October 15, 2022
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The grey sofa is all that keeps me company
The one that reclines and knocks
And now I lie here, ignoring the clocks!

Ignoring the unwritten stories on my shelf
And the unsung songs within my head
Hoping to be finished by some unseen elf

Perfection is a procrastination hidden under hood
And I still ignore all calling , I confess
That if ideas are trees , my mind is an enormous wood

Perceptive has shown me that I'm blessed
But this solitary thought still haunts me,
Will success ever tip it's hat if I am not obsessed?

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