Drag those feet
It won't slow
That beat
Deep underneath
Those clothes
Are torn
Tattered, frayed
Dawn anew
Day will come
Quietly, swiftly
Only too soon
You'll see
The past
Wanting, longing
What was had
So stop now
Feet a drag
And notice
What you have
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