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Aug 2018
Tired
Eyelids crinkle only to lay flat and closed
Colored pencil eyes
Roll back into a roughly sketched head
And I can't help but blow away the eraser shaving eyelash on your cheek

Pills
Orange bottles
Snow White caps
Take a capsule to sleep

Breathing
Steady
Fleshy bags in your chest
Rising and falling
Making weird noises
Static electricity keeping your heart rate on end

Sleep
Forehead on the desk
Eraser shavings in my mouth
I spilled my prescription
And I need a smoke break
Damon Beckemeyer
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Damon Beckemeyer  19/M/Missouri
(19/M/Missouri)   
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