glazed and wired on this stangest day
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choking on everything in me
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scraping the tar from the garden walls
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this duty frightens me
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deep the well
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deeper still the weight of my descent
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torrid waters emerge
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an acrid feast of sparrows drowning
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and in twilight hours
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it hopes to dream of restful places
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weeping as one
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the rain is all we have
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vultures fanning me
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with their hungry shadows
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they cannot hear the ticking inside my head
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they bury me just the same
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deep the well
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deeper still the weight of my descent
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filling, surrounding me
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i, too, become
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the well
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the well
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| Autumn |
