currently procrastinating
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I wear my somber
as a deep cloak
deep Prussian
guards my loneliness
I can´t drag myself
through no man´s land
the snow is too deep
my face is too blue
And my wild mantle
bites me whole
heavy thoughts
float celeste
Tired vermillion
burns away
too cold
too down
God didn't give me stronger lungs because he feared my ability to complain about everything