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Sep 2013
With swollen eyes,
Blurred visions fade to black.
Thoughts feel heavy
As the head tilts back.
The small pocket between collar and arm.
How good it can feel.
A safe haven of comfort
Where no problems are real.
Expand and relax.
Breathing measures time like a clock.
Hours pass as chests rise and fall,
Tick tock, tick tock.
Maeve
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