So, what? You're like writing poetry now?
Oct 1st, 20101 comment
Sometimes I feel I need a rest
the likes of which will never come
the sort that screams to flesh and dreams
Down, clever girl. You're done.
You've won.
And yet I know the rest I seek
is just collapse of bones too weak
and mind too strained
and lungs too drained
to bother noticing defeat.
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Very touched by this. It will get easier:)