Musings from the Queen's Hill
Old writing. Found an old journal.
Friday, October 8, 2010
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My eyes tired
but can't stay shut
My mind races over
nonsense from January.
Where was the snow.
Why can't I taste my food.
Even water is more tasteless than ever.
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