Tired heart
Summer sinks its teeth into our flesh.I can't go on.these trains move too fast. Like snakes on railwaytrackladders.Seeing you.Your eyes pierce through my flesh like swords.I'm crippled.I'm afraid.I'm lost.I pity. and your house of cards melts to the floor.
I have nothing. Not dreams. Not love. Not thoughts of my own.
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a cup to fill with coins.
"I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
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