Spent
I quit. I give up.
I tell you I am done.
Spent and spindled
torn and mutilated
with trying to work things out.
Dispensed with the swoon and swale
of heartache; done
With the misery and I
am no poorer for it.
I quit. I give up.
I tell you I am done.
Spent and spindled
torn and mutilated
with trying to work things out.
Dispensed with the swoon and swale
of heartache; done
With the misery and I
am no poorer for it.
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