coffee tasted salty
buzzing sound heard by
dad's sound echoing
impressive rain outside dancing with the rhythm of wind
crowing of d crow suggests somebody shall visit my home
world seems to be blurred
my thoughts rounding past across the wall
laptop in its eloquence
mobile singing the song "wake up from madness"
vehicles peddling furiously up the narrow street
barking dog peeping through the windows
p.s: automatic writing: associated with modernism
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