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sleeping on a bed of stones

Lily Wilson

eyes closed

breaths slowed

i’ve been exhausted for years

not finding a remedy in sleep or sweet

words and flowery songs with soft petal notes

my mind is worn and bruised from constant use 

there is no break

when you have everything to lose

my heart is tired from its frantic and frustrated repetition

the days blurring into years when everything feels like yesterday 

and yesterday felt like the everything of today

foreshadowing the drained and limp

everything of tomorrow

nothing will change no matter what I do

but my life depends on every decision and what i choose

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