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May 26
I have
Only just recovered

Waking
To the splash
Of cold water

A shivering gasp
Some hours
Before dawn



My heart
Is wary;

Weary;

Worried;

What comes now?

After this
Long forsaken
Childlike awe?
I haven’t posted here in a while. Struggles that need not be rewritten. But I personally have this heavy sense of tomorrow, a joy and a terror.
A Mess of Words
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