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my mind is pale and drawn thoughts spinning surreal and with washed out color i sit on the edge of the bed and stare into the void of carpet i am sick fever numb to this idea i make coffee and try and eat i must venture things must be done i reach for my cup wake several hours later as a pool of sweating ache on the floor several feet from the bed how did i get here i do not have energy to get up but the kindle is here charging on a plug by the baseboard so i write f%#kin horrid habit sometimes dont'cha think sick as a dog and im carving up a poem ok enough of this insanity off to emergency i take my silly old *** ill be fine as soon as the room stops spinning see you cats later aiko aiko :-)
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
horrid habit
my mind is pale and drawn thoughts spinning surreal and with washed out color i sit on the edge of the bed and stare into the void of carpet i am sick fever numb to this idea i make coffee and try and eat i must venture things must be done i reach for my cup wake several hours later as a pool of sweating ache on the floor several feet from the bed how did i get here i do not have energy to get up but the kindle is here charging on a plug by the baseboard so i write f%#kin horrid habit sometimes dont'cha think sick as a dog and im carving up a poem ok enough of this insanity off to emergency i take my silly old *** ill be fine as soon as the room stops spinning see you cats later aiko aiko :-)
lol...even stopped to do a spell check...LOL im insane...or im a poet....one or the other
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59/M/American
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
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