Monday, December 31, 2018

I Start to feel
An itch, As dusk
Creeps onto
My back,
I break my hands
And legs
Every night ;
And as
The morning light
Bursts against 
My skin,
As dawn starts
To crawl into
My eyes,
I start to mend
Myself back
Into the 
Statute that
I am 

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