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Jun 2015
lying on my mattress
or floor
staring into the
pure
white ceiling.
Thinking, breathing, wanting to scream.
Everything's perfect.
except for the white ceiling, of course
insomnia wonder thoughts breathe dead
Marion Cline
Written by
Marion Cline  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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