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Jun 2014
What if the hardest thing
was waking up in the morning?
Begging and pleading with your
body to release you from your bed.

The blankets grow from warm
and comforting to a shield from
the light outside. Pillows embody
the brick wall you build around.

You don't want to move...don't dare
to disturb the shaking peace that you've accomplished by remaining
motionless: the stage of least resistance.
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   Victoria Gaffney
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