These Cheerios sound like Rice Crispies
I've been waiting aimlessly for some sleep
It's cold
This bittersweet life
Can only turn into whatever we put into it
Right now
What I've put into it is a lazy bum on the couch
Some days seem pointless
You put nothing into them
And consequently
Get nothing out of them
But occasionally
It's nice to sit
Watching the wet branches
Get crushed and swayed by the rain
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