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decay
owning sleep
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implacable
Delicious fatigue
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Loved
4 outta 5 ain’t too bad
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rhythm
circadian blues
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dawn
fruits of mercy
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grounded
The blackbird I’d taking up early morning runs in my teens and it was because of her I stopped. One day as I ran along the lone dirt path she attacked my head without warning. The likelihood of her attacking again was low but she awoke a dormant fear I hadn’t the fortitude to face.…
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sleep-cycles
between hunger
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with love
The essence of humanity.
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Last Day
No thank you’s. Please.
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