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Jan 2014
Blackness,
like velvet.
The room floats,
as my eyes flutter shut.
Warmth seeps through me,
as I fall into a shallow sleep.
Breathing,
light, like trickling water,
of a babbling brook.
This is where the party ends,
sleep wash away my impurity,
and hit me with a hangover.
Johnnie Rae
Written by
Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
(25/F/New Jersey)   
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   ---, maybella snow and mads
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