It's quiet in my house,
except for m o v i n g air.
Soft snoring from distant rooms,
and bedspring creaking under
s i t n weight.
h f i g
My mouth is bruised and swollen,
from teeth ripped from gums.
But pain meds drift me far away,
from everything I know.
Though sleep does e-v-a-d-e me,
I am bothered not with that.
For some of the best WoNdErInGs
happen when you're ******
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 2:50 AM UTC
It's quiet in my house,
except for m o v i n g air.
Soft snoring from distant rooms,
and bedspring creaking under
s i t n weight.
h f i g
My mouth is bruised and swollen,
from teeth ripped from gums.
But pain meds drift me far away,
from everything I know.
Though sleep does e-v-a-d-e me,
I am bothered not with that.
For some of the best WoNdErInGs
happen when you're ******
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