Drastic

Fumed by what is lingering and coursing with pain staking agendas.

The bag has a whole in it, and with the trail of ache is a truancy that has something coming.

I am reaching what is not in focus and I believe that the hill won't be that steep for long.

Fervid and tossed next to the turmoil asked, to hang in there as long as I can I look to each day as a implement of creation.

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