Challenge
“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”
—Virginia Woolf
Create a poem out of whatever scraps you find lying around (your brain or otherwise).
Buying Hope
Little scrap of paper that can vastly change my life
A random set of numbers where my hopes and dreams reside
They sit upon my table until eventually I check
Another loser as expected, but it kept me hopeful for a bit
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