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Dec 2019
Have you ever just
laid
on the floor,
staring
at the ceiling?

No thoughts, not a single
movement.
Unable to do anything but
lay
there?

There are screws to turn,
and the dishes pile
up-
and the things you need to do
remain.

Eyes hurt and your cheeks
too,
and the back of your throat
feels like
gravel

and
you
just
lay
there
Justin Phipps
Written by
Justin Phipps  Denver
(Denver)   
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