Through Fire & Ice

This is me: a work in progress, constantly updating, effortlessly searching, consistently failing. My finest hours are the earliest in the day. Please, direct your attention this way.
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I’m achy…

and lost…
these bones feel rusty.
They creak and moan
shifting under the weight
my body shakes.
Time has been lost
I feel crossed.
Woke up dreaming again,
wondering when
time will feel mended again.

There’s no telling.

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