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Why do they call them evenings? Nothing is becoming even We pretend that everything is taken care of but the loose ends persist The worries keep nagging us and time speeds up To me, the day is lengthening Growing darker Growing wearier and while I'd like to feel every night that all is well and everything is even and good it's not even okay. someone still dies every eleven seconds. that's not an even number. So I don't want to give up on the day. Don't want to lie down and let sleep fall over me. But I know that in the morning I will regret those long evenings. Those lengthenings, those endings So I lie down. and sink into the pillows sink into darkness into peace into even.
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
Evening
Why do they call them evenings? Nothing is becoming even We pretend that everything is taken care of but the loose ends persist The worries keep nagging us and time speeds up To me, the day is lengthening Growing darker Growing wearier and while I'd like to feel every night that all is well and everything is even and good it's not even okay. someone still dies every eleven seconds. that's not an even number. So I don't want to give up on the day. Don't want to lie down and let sleep fall over me. But I know that in the morning I will regret those long evenings. Those lengthenings, those endings So I lie down. and sink into the pillows sink into darkness into peace into even.
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Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
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