usefulness

usefulness.

I am not writing about
anything of nothing we shared
Didn’t you always blame
for causing no inconvenience?

Just peacefully rest
in my foolish imaginations
like broken pieces of dreams
scattered everywhere.

They’re the right toys,you know
for passing each moment
of my leisurely hours,
too useful to me, somehow.

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