Dear god eyes, please don’t get wet,
Not even through this Tuesday yet,
Yet screaming hormones from a pill,
Insist I will, insist I will,
And thoughts from Sunday wreck my head
My heart has stopped, I think I’m dead,
Oh no, I’m not, it’s them, instead,
The refugees I can’t protect,
And clients whose small wealth I’ve lost
And my own dreams, for this, the cost,
So stressed, and stretched, and strained.
Can’t I,
Just lie here for a little while?
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