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Jan 2018
At 3:00am I lay awake
wondering what is this
weird smell???
burned chocolate chip
cookie I would call it
but surely that's not it...
Is it the weird mingling of us?

A dream woke me
(I think - it could also be
the medicine that makes
me into someone you like
again)

Oh,
But the dream
was about spit up.
I think because I'm
so worried about him
and also because it's
probably the thing I see
most in a day

At 5:00am I finally rise
from the warmth of our
body heat burrito and
on my way to the coffee ***
I see that your crockpot
concoction is burned
(hence, the smell)

And I just wish

that someone cared
Abigail Sedgwick
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Abigail Sedgwick  29/F/West Virginia
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