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by Feb 17, 2020

My bones got tired... Poetry

My bones got tired... Poetry

my bones got tired
to hold me
instead of your arms

[ how plain is my tragedy
how doltish are whines ]

and still
my bones grew weaker,
thinner
like branch

in fake of this weather
in absence of touch.

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