The
Usual rote
Of sadness
The usual night
Of stars
The usual night
Of silence
The usual tiredness
The usual mind-beckoning
To rest and sigh
The usual drear of
Night
In
The increase of dejection
Day and
Night
And
Night and
Day
I move to the
Edge
The cliff edge
Beckons.
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