the sun had to set
if clouds have to gather tonight, my wishing otherwise has already gone in vain
is avoiding food an aversion to living?
what am I to do now sitting cross-legged, in pain on this bleeding base
I could switch off these lights again but I cannot for at least as long as the typing
is going on
what am I to do now sitting here, it is undesirable to even step outside
the ocean has drifted from its usual place of flowing and now it is breaking down all over my head
I avoid looking at my home while it makes an attempt to fill itself with rainwater
before tomorrow morning, nothing much is possible in any world.
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