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Sleep wears fear like weight.

Awake, asleep, uncover

years of discomfort.

Moon as my body,

Gray, held, in process, resting,

Rejuvenation.

 

 

 

Edited by lesans_muse
Missing some key words >_>

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The effort to change

is recognizing the pain

that is comfortable.

What amount of numb,

distraction and not breathing

will move you forward?

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Skin as barrier,

but walls are not flesh, it's in

the space between us.

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39 minutes ago, GuyBeardmane said:

My job's a pile

Of hot steaming putrid shit

Job hunt is still worse.

Exploited in the

gig economy or work

for steaming shit piles?

Is there difference?

Wow, I spent a lot on art

education. Lawl.

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Southeast Kentucky

It is Call Center central

Also, home of meth.

A coincidence?

Possibly, but causation

Cannot be ruled out.

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Call centers sound like hell,

how do you be civil, kind,

to complete shitbags?

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Temperature controls

my mobility, passion.

Immobile winters.

 

Outside I can't feel -

inside, habits prevent growth

in moving forward.

 

What is sleep?     pulling

pink and yellow striped shorts down,

watching the walls move?

The closet edges

open their eyes awake, a-

wake, awake, awake.

 

 

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Had two burritos

then a sammich with roast beef

but I don't eat meat 😂

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A plate of pickles

and knock off Triscuits for snacks.

crunchy shit at night.

Happy my roommate

isn't home so I don't feel

quite as guilty now.

I am a night owl,

she deals with insomnia,

respecting sleep time.

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No one else writing 😂

Should be in the Member Space?

I have a migraine.

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Even with insects—
some can sing,
   some can’t.   

- Issa

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thats an incredible poem.  

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Take me or go


The days go softly
Braised and coughing
There's no turning
There's no stopping

Tell me a little more what you are
Show you a lit more, little me
No more blaming the faulty parts
No more surrender to faulty needs
The days go lightly
The awakened by nightly 
Struck by thoughts
Of what it might be
Gazing softly 
Praise the body
Strike me now
I'll go down fighting

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