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Shopping List Reflections
The paper crumples beneath my pen,
a list of needs, a list of dreams.
Outside, the motor's hum whispers,
through the window, fleeting shadows dance,
and I feel eyes watching, waiting.I write and rewrite, forgetting nothing,
forgetting nothing, yet leaving all behind.
The store's neon glow flickers from afar,
a promise of fulfillment, yet …