I need to rest, for my possible poem has worn me out in many ways i never thought possible.
i have my love to keep me safe and warm and good. great.
i ache in my eyes and loath in my bones
yet love runs through me, in wonderful tones
i am saved
so many thoughts, and tomorrow, time shall be met for them, in all hope and regards.
poe? i think not.
goodnight for now and good luck for all times
just looking for his place in the world,
<3
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