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Apr 2014
I'm heavy, so heavy.
I want to sleep,
curl up and weep.

My fingers fight their tingle
My lips become luscious,
and my cheeks, soft.

I'm warm
you're beautiful.
Please, speak some more.

I need to tell you something.
I have so many stories.
I promise, I'm funny.

Your hair is so soft.
Yes, you can give me a massage.
Your hands fit perfectly against my back.

I feel so dizzy.
Will you hold my hand?
I need your support to stay upright.

The mirror is betraying me.
I'm red and messy.
Where's the bathroom?

Your bed would be more comfortable.
You can stay too.
Just lock the door behind you.

You can tell them I slept on the floor.
Lucy Waits
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Lucy Waits  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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