Anonymous ink that sinks into despair
It’s a fool whoever tries to turn stone into flesh
It’s a doomed attempt
Skip it
Start by writing odes to your failure
And then take a break from self-torture
Did I wake up prematurely while the rest still sleep?
The night terrors made of the morning a welcoming end
And now I tip toe around the slumbering
Should I go back to sleep then?
Could I?
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