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Doom scrolling
Doom Scrolling
At dawn of morning,
Alarm gives a warning,
“The day is starting”
Sleep deficient dreams clearing,
After a set of washing,
I start scrolling.
While eating, I scroll;
To make bland
food ,spicy
And a spicy one
as bread.
While in crowds,
I scroll and surf
Through net;
As I ignore them all-set.
In alone I scroll,
To make the mayh...
Wednesday 30th October 2024 2:28 pm
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