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I have been in an almost sleep all day, Perpetual semi-twilight. Each time I surfaced I popped another pill (on an empty, aching stomach) And returned to not quite dreams It was almost fun. The moment when the little pill kicks in Is all the relief you've ever felt. Pain, the master of your world Recedes And febrile fantasies erupt Spilling from your head, to your bed. I don't think I want to get well. I thought the most fantastic poem, But I couldn't break the surface For long enough to capture it. It eludes me now, while lucid, But the pain is creeping back... So, time for a little white saviour, Perhaps I will rediscover My lost masterpiece., Buried in the desert of disease.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Codeine Dreams
I have been in an almost sleep all day, Perpetual semi-twilight. Each time I surfaced I popped another pill (on an empty, aching stomach) And returned to not quite dreams It was almost fun. The moment when the little pill kicks in Is all the relief you've ever felt. Pain, the master of your world Recedes And febrile fantasies erupt Spilling from your head, to your bed. I don't think I want to get well. I thought the most fantastic poem, But I couldn't break the surface For long enough to capture it. It eludes me now, while lucid, But the pain is creeping back... So, time for a little white saviour, Perhaps I will rediscover My lost masterpiece., Buried in the desert of disease.
AmandaIS
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AmandaIS
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
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