Too tired, I fix my eyes on the ceiling
White
My personal sky
Too tired, I collapse inside
Invisible walls
White
Smashed cells of fury
Too tired, in this early summer
To even flash an eyelash
White, the ceiling starts the spin
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Elegant and well crafted too.
Thank you so much, gopallahiri!!! You are most generous!!!