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12/6/2015 *"my pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself.*" Anne Sexton a dose of one i douse myself with cold exposure therapy. extreme temperature. too late i already did that last year smoking new ports down to the stub in 15 degree weather, frost bite settling in oh well time to go back inside and I begin to think a little too fast one foot in front of the other my head pulses, a cardiac muscle on its own, the nerves pressing my cranium I wince, think, decide that that is disgusting take three pills and it is like being held i almost never feel this way entangled in a sort of woolen comfort synthetic tenderness that lulls me to sleep forces me with sharp hand to count the sheep
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
A love ballad for Seroquel
12/6/2015 *"my pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself.*" Anne Sexton a dose of one i douse myself with cold exposure therapy. extreme temperature. too late i already did that last year smoking new ports down to the stub in 15 degree weather, frost bite settling in oh well time to go back inside and I begin to think a little too fast one foot in front of the other my head pulses, a cardiac muscle on its own, the nerves pressing my cranium I wince, think, decide that that is disgusting take three pills and it is like being held i almost never feel this way entangled in a sort of woolen comfort synthetic tenderness that lulls me to sleep forces me with sharp hand to count the sheep
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
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