Unheated
The worst time is when I go to sleep. I close my eyes and try to keep heated. And every second that I lie to myself is another second I feel utterly defeated.
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See AllIt's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I
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