And in that
morning, sleep crawls on
happiness, falsifies death
of dark depression
Death, Depression, Medicine, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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#1 by kreemer on May 6, 2017 - 4:56 am
Succinct. Direct. With cadence.
#2 by Carl on May 6, 2017 - 8:18 pm
Thank you for your visit and comment!
#3 by clinock on May 7, 2017 - 1:09 am
Sometimes your words are an emotional roller coaster I ride
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