- How does one crush
this I keep in a shush?
This that feels irrational
making me a blessed animal.
End my misery!
- Rest thy weary brow
over my hard bosom
and close your ears to the crowd,
this that you carry makes you wholesome!
- Existence is futile...
Blooms as fair as a rosemary
but suddenly, in a while
may turn a burden too hard to carry...
25/02/2018
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