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31. Ripe

Ripe minds rot over time

If you feed them candied television

Sickly gossip

Apathetic narcissism

But ripe minds will succeed

With routine and passion

Work your fingers to the bleeding bone

Move constantly to something bigger

Give in to the pressure and let it propel you

For a ripe mind

This post is a collaboration for #inktober. Art by LuPea and poem by Sama.

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