Folding

Who came lurking in the nighttime to wake up grumbling don’t look at me? Folding scolding it came building folding up inside of me. I wake up bleary body weary slowly cruising sunless streets. Broken, tired uninspired folding up inside of me. Aching shoulders holding demons angels nowhere to be seen. Whispers nearer, closer dearer folding up inside of me.

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