ERIK SMETANA

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HALE, HALE

Numb.
Slowly the feeling in my fingertips fades
Up my arms, into my head
Eyes, growing heavy, starting to shut
Must find a distraction
Must stay awake
No sickness, no ailment, no disease
Boredom; horrible boredom
Drowning on about nothing
About topics of no relevance
Not your work, the name reads Robert Johnson.