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Aug 2014
I still can't sleep
but   I keep everything I need inside my room
I have some food to eat
and I'm surrounded by neat old jars for me to *** in
bad air seeps in
slowly creeping
I board the windows
and tightly saran wrap every seam
and duct tape over every vent
and jam some towels in between
my only door and wooden floor
and now it's me, and only me
secluded air is all I breath
and all that's left is my own scent
a heavy stench of human being
now I rest
I end up dreaming   I'm asleep
but things start seeming sort of fake
and then I wake, but not at home
I'm still alone, but things are different
If I shift it
to my room
will all this dreaming still resume?
I'd rather board this place instead
create some safe air for this bed
it isn't home, but that's ok
perhaps in this place I can stay
and stay awake
pat
Written by
pat  salad
(salad)   
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   brokenperfection, Pax and krissie
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