Solemnly Fatigued

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the kind of elated exhaustion 

like after giving birth

so scary so happy so much responsibility! so much lots of things at once (the birth is only the beginning, an introduction to your new tired costume)

your cells

your fingernails

the hair on the back of your neck

the spot behind your knee

your big toe

could sleep the deep kind of sleep

a rest that turns you inside out and outside in again 

a Solemn silent rest 

plug into your charger 

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