Oct 2016
I have a rusty brain.
And a rusty body.
Formed from disuse.
I laid my head to rest.
Never to pick it up again.
Oxidized and flaking.
My hands no longer shaking.
I am rust.
I am rest.
And a rusty body.
Formed from disuse.
I laid my head to rest.
Never to pick it up again.
Oxidized and flaking.
My hands no longer shaking.
I am rust.
I am rest.
(Earth)
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