Dulladorin,
perusing slow time,
core bored, fed up...
anything you like
to call lazy.
All the time tired,
wired for sleep,
keep the eyes open
for as long as one can.
Man, I must work
too hard,
guard my precious time
with thinking,
then fall
asleep in the winking
of an eye.
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