Plagiarized Love

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my love for you is like a book with stolen pages
beautiful words erased
deleted lines…replaced
everything’s torn from the very bind
words rewritten that were never mine
an unknown author with a tale of a broken heart
spends his lonely days with nowhere to start
his pen runs dry
there’s nothing more to capture
in this tragic love story without its final chapter

Bum Stories

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a weathered man greets me on a corner
his face, aged ten times and his smile barely cracks
but I know it’s there as his eyes always confirm
for a million moments in passing
he shares with me his story
I read every line trenched in his scaling cheek
and coarse wore out locks
paint for me a daily tragedy
and all I do is keep walking

Data Boy, Ash

Hey everyone,

Hope you’re off to a great start to the week. Lately, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about my habits. Specifically, my digital habits or screen-time. It’s been a love/hate relationship for me recently. I’m a Paralegal by profession and I work at a law firm downtown. So, my day already consists of sitting in front of a computer for eight hours. Then, there’s the smartphone that I carry with me, factor in that I’ve always been a gamer, and while we’re at it, we may as well throw this laptop that I’m using in the mix. That quickly puts me at four devices. By the look of things, my screen-time seems to be already pushing some sort of red zone.

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