5d
the bone dry days accumulate
at a slow and torturous rate,
yet every night i find the way
to raise my empty glass and pray,
"Aye, so the clock does not restart,
bless this weary, still beating heart."
at a slow and torturous rate,
yet every night i find the way
to raise my empty glass and pray,
"Aye, so the clock does not restart,
bless this weary, still beating heart."
(50/M/West Deptford, NJ)
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