A. Starks.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
With tired eyes I laid to sleep,
Beneath the stone of greater deep.
With tired minds my function cease,
Claiming all its right to deadly freeze.
With tired souls we slept, unable to wake,
We turned and form, the tireless forsake
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