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smallhands Jul 2014
Human
Yes I'd like comfort
But I am a restless *******
All the same
Only human
Lightheaded, nightmareheaded,
Pale musician sleeper
Just a human

-cj
Ines Rose Jan 2017
Who are you
To assume
That you are capable
Of escaping
The inescapable?
Mother's white-washed
Nourishment, propaganda teet
A taste
Acquired early,
Now it's all you can eat.
Nestled in protagonism,
Coddled by media,
Limited brains were
Your encyclopedia.
College wakes you
"Even my Mother is blind"
and you wonder how it was you lost your mind?
For the sociopathic narcissist
jt Feb 2019
We whispered a lot that night, I have no idea what for. We probably didn't want to disrupt the delicate atmosphere with our voices. I wouldn't have changed it anyway. The silence lay down with us, resting its head on our shoulders, breathing calmly when we did, and falling asleep when we did.

The world around us gave in to the silence, giving protagonism to the sound of our lips colliding with every breath we took, our breaths slowing down. It was a slow symphony played only for our ears to hear and our skin to feel. It was the best I'd ever rested in ages. A human body can go without sleep for four to five years, and I've gone years without rest.

We fell asleep together a lot everyday.
part three

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