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Unsettled Thought My mind was haze Words were running through But then it…

Unsettled Thought

My mind was haze
Words were running through
But then it hangs,
unsettled, thin,
and pulls my mind
back to begin.

A pause, a breath,
a shift in view—
what I once said
I rethink true.

Unsettled thought
Ranging again and again
My heart skip
in changing ground,
but wisdom grown
where doubt was found

Unsettled Thought My mind was haze Words were running through But then it…
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