Tatters

The best meal is a sip of water

Sore shoulders

Inflamed, my hands are in tatters

Will your toes hurt in the morn

From all the curling

Eyes wide open

Unblinking enduring

Hating the perch of skin

Pressing for the release

I want it all

Till next session

My soul is yearning/yawning

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