Blues

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Here I am,
strung-out at 2 am.

Yet so wide-awake,
tossing and turning as I ache.

The poems are to veil the scar,
though the blues don’t seem so far.

Here I am, yearning for a charm of grace,
crumbling under heft of my own conscience.

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