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1 min readAug 28, 2017
worn
The days wear me thin like that pair of pants
too long
No hem or roll
my heel catching
stepping on the fabric time and again
And again
wearing the thread network down to single, raggedy strands
who can only trail through the dirt and dust and debris on the ground
until they are finally set free
I pull myself, by the hardest, to the next day
Fatigue feels
stone feathers wispy
How does that make sense?
Just not sure
Too tired to tell
and worn
