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Nov 2015
The sun is dull.
Its absence depleting.

Exhausted,
Yet up all night.

Numb to the rain.
Desensitized showers.

Pained,
Yet without feeling.

Spices are flavorless.
Tastebuds waning.

Hungry,
But always full.

Eyelids are heavy.
Yet never resting.

Blank,
And tainted gray.
For myself
Allyson Walsh
Written by
Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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   Madeline Frosh
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