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weary and worn…

the quietude of the night 

held my being still for many moments…
i could hear myself  inhale and exhale
and feel the grass under my feet  harshly whisper…
get on woman …you are crushing us…
the breeze was a gust of air 
laden with the saline sour  taste of the sea water
there were thoughts though that lay heavy  on my mind
weary and worn i took my steps back home….

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