poem: pouring, pouring, days are boring

loganbrightworks poems 2020-05-192020-05-18

pouring, pouring, days are boring
creeping and sneaking past
every night
say something once but I can’t get it right
struggle in silence with no end in sight!

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Published 2020-05-192020-05-18

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