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Apr 2018
the sheets feel soft
atop the loft
where another second waits
yet no matter how
you pull yourself
no price is just too great
the midday sun
a scheduled run
even with games to playΒ Β 
and when it's dark
thus doubly hard
it's impossible! I say
Written by
Zack  23/M/Atlanta
(23/M/Atlanta)   
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