It was as if life
had been one long
commulative yawn,
peaking at the middle
with a little squeal
of exhaustion
and she collapsed
into slumber
with few thoughts
as to what had been.
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"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
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