Don Rearden
- Apr 21, 2018
- 1 min read

Tiring

don’t tread on me tired worn thin blown out punctured and out of balance tired slick, slow leak low pressure I am rubber on this road tired overinflated, misaligned cracked, flat slashed, burned I’m tired

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