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bedsheet sky
my exhaustion runs soul-deep,
‘soul-thick’ like I wrote a week ago
and I am wading through a water marsh
with each clogged and futile throe
the sky was ridged today...
‘soul-thick’ like I wrote a week ago
and I am wading through a water marsh
with each clogged and futile throe
the sky was ridged today...
