Mar 2014
All too often did
the calloused
hands of old
Father Time
hold me down
and force me
to stay awake
for years through
which I simply
wanted to sleep.
the calloused
hands of old
Father Time
hold me down
and force me
to stay awake
for years through
which I simply
wanted to sleep.
(Non-binary)
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