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Nov 2019
Sleep seeps from my finger tips
With chilling thoughts, my mind amiss
No matter how much heat I ingest
I digress, and fade into cold extremities
Only a few times, have I know
The name of tired as well as this
A Chilling Exhaustion
Seanathon
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Seanathon
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