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When you leave it unread
And your curiosity is left unfed

When you know it's a Sunday, it comes after six days
And you also know that tomorrow is Monday, today'll pass in a daze

When you're out of bread at the end of breakfast
And there's one last morsel of runny egg it missed

When you jump, bum first, into the baby pool
And realise a step would have been far less cruel

When you style your hair using a curling iron
And the voices say today's a good day for dyin'

When you want to become a professional breakdancing bgirl
And decide, at 27, a single headstand is easier to learn

When you're really craving rich cheesy Polish pierogi
And end up ordering Tibetan momos unhappily

When you're writing peacefully after months on Keep
And there's constant talking around interrupting your ability to be deep

When you're focused, to be true, the background stays there
And you don't need to make excuses as you've got the flair

When you forget to note the four good ideas you had over four weeks
And instead write spontaneously and end up with this, eeks

When at least there's one dark line
And 'iron' and 'dyin'' is actually a brilliant rhyme

When you're totally unsure about adding a ' to dyin'
And you do it anyway because you ain't shyin'

When you dreamt you rode a houseboat to live in a shikara
And you don't fully grasp the seriousness of the situation in Kashmir, ah

When being insensitive and not taking something seriously
And you know that one's a lack, and the other, a choice, see

When while creating a list of whens and ands
And you can't think of more whens and ands

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