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Monday Morning Blues
Every Monday seems to be the same Endless copies of banal monotony That neither wind nor rain can change A day breathed in heavy sighs Dragging itself through the motions Even the sun Droops with a haggard indolence Sagging over the clouds— Grey with their own burdens Full of the Monday morning blues Ushering in Continue reading
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Losing Time
Walls close in With the disembodied tick-tocking Of heavy pendulum swings Grinding silence Between rusted cogs Of a looming clock Mahogany frame Crushing my chest As the seconds spin wildly Out of control Until I can’t breathe Until I can’t see Continue reading
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