I’m weary waking, cold and shaking. No dreams or wishes nor morning kisses. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Tomorrow morning likely to be better. Good poem, cold and bleak. Reply Thank you. Reply Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Relief, releaseNext Next post: Unintelligible
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A (wise) man of two faces 
Tomorrow morning likely to be better. Good poem, cold and bleak.
Thank you.