Sick
Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.
Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave
And so does the thought of a moment in another day.
Each day brings me closer to a grave
I can literally feel the drag.
A sick man lives on.
Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.
Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave
And so does the thought of a moment in another day.
Each day brings me closer to a grave
I can literally feel the drag.
A sick man lives on.
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Sat 23rd Nov 2019 10:53
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