Another broken dream.
Another skipped cycle.
Another lost hour.
Another day sour.
Another soft cloud.
Another pillow less head.
Another gift wrapped in sheets.
Another night without heat.
Another early wake.
Another yawning clock.
Another channel.
Another 'drowsy as hell'.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
