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Exhaustion settles deep within my bones Forcing them to ache from the sheer weight of it all As they drag this near lifeless human form from her bed The eerie glow of the monitor strains at my eyes Washes my t-shirt in its light alone My hands shake as I violently type out what remains Running to the bathroom on feet with no direction A ghost flitting from room to room Feet pushing hard onto the linoleum with no sensation Quick yanked over my wet mop A hand-dye tee I sure did love him then Didn’t I? Sleeping still eludes me Even though now there is nothing to keep me up But that person in side my head That never fails to stop finding things for me to think about I am caring for a basil plant now Not even mine I just lucked out with a patch of rocks that gets all the sun Herbs could desire I pluck off all the dead leaves Water it daily Make sure all the leaves can turn their faces towards the rays Today is dress up day Get out of bed Put on your Lady face Try again
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
Basil
Exhaustion settles deep within my bones Forcing them to ache from the sheer weight of it all As they drag this near lifeless human form from her bed The eerie glow of the monitor strains at my eyes Washes my t-shirt in its light alone My hands shake as I violently type out what remains Running to the bathroom on feet with no direction A ghost flitting from room to room Feet pushing hard onto the linoleum with no sensation Quick yanked over my wet mop A hand-dye tee I sure did love him then Didn’t I? Sleeping still eludes me Even though now there is nothing to keep me up But that person in side my head That never fails to stop finding things for me to think about I am caring for a basil plant now Not even mine I just lucked out with a patch of rocks that gets all the sun Herbs could desire I pluck off all the dead leaves Water it daily Make sure all the leaves can turn their faces towards the rays Today is dress up day Get out of bed Put on your Lady face Try again
Its already been a long week, its Thursday
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Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
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