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afternoon sun falls through the cracks in the walls, falls along the floor where aimess specks of dust laze in the heat and I lie across my bed sweat covering my sheets and every so often I’ll drag my old and weary body over the floorboards and sip from my water dispenser and worry worry so much about the day it finally dries up but deep down I know that I will probably have already crawled into the darkest recesses of my bed’s underside long before and that gives me a little comfort, sitting here on my mat in the heat, dust settling on my hair as I wonder what I could possibly do next.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
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afternoon sun falls through the cracks in the walls, falls along the floor where aimess specks of dust laze in the heat and I lie across my bed sweat covering my sheets and every so often I’ll drag my old and weary body over the floorboards and sip from my water dispenser and worry worry so much about the day it finally dries up but deep down I know that I will probably have already crawled into the darkest recesses of my bed’s underside long before and that gives me a little comfort, sitting here on my mat in the heat, dust settling on my hair as I wonder what I could possibly do next.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
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