A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I cannot function.
Too much to do.
Too much to fix.
I cannot eat,
And forget to sleep.
I drink too much tea
And too little water.
Someone save me.
Rescue me
From my own folly.
How can I catch up
When I have thus
Fallen behind?
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