Poetry (words)

Sunday 

Exhausted. Fucked. Knackered. Drained. All the tired words. Yet still full of energy. How’s that work? Is it body or mind? Or both?  

I’m not sure I’ve got the hang of this blog business. I’m pretty sure the idea is “oh look I’ve written something that you must read” Whereas  I’m just spilling my thoughts etc. 
Have a heart  

 

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