the dawn slumbers in a sweet blunder...
ignores the fall of light..the knocking of thunder
follows through
an entire field
leaves with me..
the hand which feeds...
and so i waste away so sweet
i can smell my hands my arms..legs my feet
i'm human i know..i've a mother too
i cant let her down...can't do what i feel i must do
november will come and go..
i will then be 29
breathing...and asking why
i'm still alive.
...when i know i should be
....no question..no doubt....
put on earth....to control ...
that which we complain about
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