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Sleep seeps from my finger tips With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss No matter how much heat I ingest I digress, and fade into cold extremities Only a few times, have I know The name of tired as well as this
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
A Chilling Exhaustion
Sleep seeps from my finger tips With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss No matter how much heat I ingest I digress, and fade into cold extremities Only a few times, have I know The name of tired as well as this
A Chilling Exhaustion
colmistoirm
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
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