PrisonA Poem by EbonyFairSlumber... slumber...
Nameless,
A thing unfathomable, Shapeless and indistinct. For many sleepless nights, Still counting, I remain awake. My flesh yearns for a slumber, Yet the mind always... And will be a character. The heart, too... All the earthly troubles Have to be endured! © 2020 EbonyFair |
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