CXVI. passive elegist

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It's one of those nights, I'm staying

up again

Trying to listen for a sound or creak

This is my life and oh God since

when

I feel so tired and I'm going

weak


Searching for answers that don't

quite exist

How I've become a passive elegist

This ink, this paper and prayer

keep me going

Else no sign of me

would be showing



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