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Jul 2016
I am tired behind my eyes
and in the spaces between my toes

the aching melancholy  
wanders into my body
muddles my mind
leaves my throat closed and dry

cold with lack of inspiration
sad songs make me limp
a heart infected with
chords of the past

I hunger for relief
from this exhaustion
heavy and weak
I succumb
Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz
Written by
Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
365
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