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Jan 2020
I rose this morning, yet failed to wake.
I wandered directionless, feeling fake.
Mind pregnant with thoughts, yet past thinking.
Soul vacant and turgid, long past caring.
Too much to address, yet no inclination
I yearn for your support, strength and motivation.
Slow, the cloud lifts, as if drawn by the heavens
Lo, I am made ready to take up my burden
Written by
Solvitur Ambulando
  143
   Khoisan
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