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The warm cocoon breaks, Spilling a tired body onto the floor. Panicked, I hurtle to the door. I kneel before my God And spill my prayer of meat On feet, body, crown and seat. Clutching my saviour, I draw a ragged breath, Pleading, demanding for death. The storm abates its tired refrain. I rest my head against the wall. I'm sure I swear "never again", And back to sleep I fall.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
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The warm cocoon breaks, Spilling a tired body onto the floor. Panicked, I hurtle to the door. I kneel before my God And spill my prayer of meat On feet, body, crown and seat. Clutching my saviour, I draw a ragged breath, Pleading, demanding for death. The storm abates its tired refrain. I rest my head against the wall. I'm sure I swear "never again", And back to sleep I fall.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
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