19th July 2012
Post reblogged from The Poetic Life with 2 notes
lyfovme:
Feeling like I should be sleep But I’m too weak. The wind breaks me, My joints aching; All I can do is wait. Bear the pains. Sweat it out, This fever will take a different rout.
Feeling like I should be sleep
But I’m too weak.
The wind breaks me,
My joints aching;
All I can do is wait.
Bear the pains.
Sweat it out,
This fever will take a different rout.
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