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Jul 2018
I come home into my cozy space,
my bed is waiting for me.
I let my clothes fall, and begin.
I lay for a moment, limbs stretched out wide, embracing the air around me.
I stretch on the floor
and write out all the mess of which resides in my busy head.
I clear space to read
and wind down in the bathtub,
wash my face and give back to my body.
I'm in bed by 9 P.M.
I can rest easy knowing I'm calm, clean, and collected.
I pull the curtains closed and lay my head down,
letting my eyes relax and close on their own.
It's time to rest.
Megan Pasnik
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Megan Pasnik  26/F/Lisbon, Portugal
(26/F/Lisbon, Portugal)   
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