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It’s quiet enough this morning
And I’m tired enough
To drop into the sadness resting
under my thinking
So often when I’m tired I get angry
That I’m not up and energetic,
I repeat that old refrain
Something’s wrong with me,
something’s wrong with me,
But today it feels so right
to sit upright with my old eyes closed
embraced by fatigue
carried back to dreams
incomplete..
amen
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