My next quadrille:Exhausted, I embraceThe plump pillows of bed,Body bawling for respite,After the sweat it's shed*.Ears entreating for peace,Mind scared by dinOf a bedeviling burdenThat gets under my skin.They torment me terribly,Time bound, yet timelessOnline classes. -The Forgers of Fantasy*Metaphorical for its toil.This has been penned for the DVerse quadrille prompt, where poets were asked …

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