Something something.. anything

A random dribble of coffee on the table, a speck of pigeon feed on the cement, a quiet murmur in a tea room occupied by dainty ladies...
  Whereas in my reality a swirl of discombobulated thoughts funneled themselves into a land called mess of insania. . .
 
 
         

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