Procrastinator

Sleepless nights,

Poor, Sad little soul.

Wretched thoughts,

Like bile filled mouth.

Little girls lost all control.

Hopeless mornings,

Froth with oatmeal stirred dreams.

Waiting for a life,

Oh, what a pitiful thing.

-N.B.

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