| plein [G](i)
i feel as thoughthere is a fading
 the lowlit rooms
 recede blacker
 
there’s an energythat can no longer
 be bothered
 
and the world’sbright sunlight
 is slightly less
 
you know these daysyou wake up
 you just know
 it’s going to be
 slob day
 
i thinkthat’s my eyes
 every day
 now
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