Katie Jane Garside

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*Somnambulation up and down the road, I lay in the garden with the cats, Oh my how the grass did grow, I watch the clock till the day did stop* Yesterday's hymn serves me not. 🥀 I try to keep the whispered words at bay, For they seem to feed into the mire, I've lost all ability to make any choices, I'm teetering in purgatory. Yesterday's hymn serves me not, (*in a whisper* tick-tock.tick tock.tick tock.)