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Jan 2015
Fluid chords of memory and mind flow down my scalp like hair
And fall from me as I see my last winter
Before that shorter death of the pillow and sheets.
Such as it is to be tired.
I'm exhausted. Goodnight, perfect poets.
Sombro
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Sombro
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