an unreedeeming yawn,
today's promising dawn,
filtered into a bucket of
unfulfilling days
unearned fatigue settles
like dust
the head hauls unnecessarily heavy
thoughts
thoughts of yore,
dreams unlived
girls unkissed
abandoned stories
again, unearned fatigue rattles,
a warning,
tomorrow might begin
too early
too early,
always too tired too early
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