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the faint sun rays are finally down
i have to retire and wait for dawn
my muscles ache by the toil that’s never ending
i crawl inside to be met by a gasp of emptiness

the sack – my refuge, by the corner, lies
in its arms longing for my nowadays scarce embrace
by the look of it, it’s aging already
its scratching strings now crying foul

down I lie

the moon’s rays sip in through the gaping holes
the shivers increase as the breeze take its stroll
its the only way; – my only way to wait for a new dawn

Ken

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