i work. i work. i work.
the day goes by,
empty,
rattled,
there is a storm,
the wind,
the fear,
the days are going.
in the eye,
rational,
observant,
in tune to find a peace.
in my soul i am defiant.
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- a. marie
- chasing an inevitable end with no distinct date. what do we really know.
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