bleek and wearyA Poem by Jason Nuciola
I sit here bleek and weary amazed by your query as I search for an answer to the question my very eyes quake my tongue slips will I see the beauty there win I wake or the reality of my life the dream begins when I wake for why would I dream when I have it when I wake
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