We must overcome

And not succumb

To body flirts

And dirt of

Dusts underneath

Fall leaves for


Leaves me

As eyes fade

To black

And I sit

Back and

Talk the talk

That this year

Will be better

Than the rest,

And what I have

To offer is pure

Weakness, Its

All I know in

The shortness

Of this life

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