Sore.
Warm water washes away the death of day,
And bathes sorrow in heat.
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Thoughts 'til Midnight
PoetryTwo-line poems describing every minute from 11:38 PM 'til the death of day, exploring the depth of the human experience and what it means to truly live.
11:50 PM
Sore.
Warm water washes away the death of day,
And bathes sorrow in heat.
