Queasy Huitain
Burdened again with a long night
it’s become hard to fall asleep;
Every muscle is wound so tight
within endless thoughts drowning deep;
What is in your bowels starts to creep;
Forgiveness, not always easy;
Many words just come off so cheap,
you say them and you feel queasy.
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