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Jun 2010
reeling to the floor
joining the carpet in despair
comfortable and content
below the air
foams and fibers
keeping pressure off my heart
at least until I stand

spread wide
my limbs sense no gravity
and my stomach
is no longer gripped with torture
rough fingers made of carpet
support my head
as light as it may feel

heavy and draining
processing the days
more frequently do I lay
comfortable on carpet
awaiting your reply
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