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Dec 2014
Deflated like the air mattress below me;
a haze was spinning within my head.
Inhale... exhale it said,
come closer if you will.
For this night is vacant and lonesome,
come give me a thrill.

I battled within my sheets,
for space with my anxiety to sleep.
Turned to counting rhythm and beat
of the broken teenagers on the street.
Traci Eklund
Written by
Traci Eklund  Northern Mitten, USA
(Northern Mitten, USA)   
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   --- and Sombro
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