The petals tumble to the ground and life becomes blue as I die. My nerves are shot, my spirit’s on fire, I ache and sleep all throughout each day. Awake at night, I fumble through the past and read through my thoughts. I do everything but drop blood to the ground as I waste away. I sink into my chair again. It’s early in the morning and the sun hasn’t come up. It’s time for me to go back to sleep and rest. I’ll smoke my hand-rolled cigarette and leave it burning as I pass out slowly in nods and drifts—back to dreams.
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