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Time Killing Itself
Distill this day
In the brine
Of my years
All to waste
In the drear
Alone is my home
Of somber sunrises
Of no surprises
Stagnant waters
Flood my mind
Mosquitoe larve
Flail all around
My undying anxiety
I am a shell
A shadow
In fade
As the sun
Nods off
Behind
The grey
That quells
The light of day.
In the brine
Of my years
All to waste
In the drear
Alone is my home
Of somber sunrises
Of no surprises
Stagnant waters
Flood my mind
Mosquitoe larve
Flail all around
My undying anxiety
I am a shell
A shadow
In fade
As the sun
Nods off
Behind
The grey
That quells
The light of day.
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