This is my day.
Out of three hundreds and
Sixty five I got only one
Even though they are all mine.
I make them happen for you,
Sense some wounds in toes
And knees, even though I run
With a vertigo in my head.
I do not worry what is happening
There and that is for you.
I want my three hundred and sixty
Five days because they are all mine.
If you do not come to heal me,
I have to cease for me and
Nourish my primeval soul.
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