A tiredness inhabits me,
Deep,
Old,
An echo of the past.
It sits there now,
Showing itself,
Perhaps
Ready to leave.
I do not know,
But the depths
Have come to the surface ,
They wish to be set free.
A tiredness inhabits me,
Deep,
Old,
An echo of the past.
It sits there now,
Showing itself,
Perhaps
Ready to leave.
I do not know,
But the depths
Have come to the surface ,
They wish to be set free.
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