I’m Tired

And parts of me are fast asleep

My thumb is moving, my phone’s awake – WordPress jumps in with ridic-page-breaks

So I chuckle, grin, and breathe – as if I was a concept we conceived.

You’re yarn unraveling though we were never together our thoughts spin and weave whether they’re tethered

Poor hubits in habits of greed in derision, wayward spins deceived super positions

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