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May 5
Exhaustion drip the night away,
bleeding the clock of every second.
Drifting on a raft of dimlit dreams,
down a river of wayward thoughts.
Stopping and starting.
A blurry room fades
to backlit black.

sink down with every breath
#14 of my Year One collection, from notes on 1/10
Written by
Matt Bernstein  24/M/Atlanta
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