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TNS Jun 3
Not today.

Cracks on my head
have appeared boldly—
scorching heat,
the culprit, smiles.

Wounds fester
and age with time.

Taunting sleep haunts along,
derailing any grip on reality.

Hopeless I am,
breathless and fallen.

— The End —