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sinselady
sinselady: My lover snores...
I feel his breath on my hand.
As my fingers Trail? Touch? Pet?
Yes pet. His forearm, at least
I think its his forearm. I have my
eyes closed.
The cat opened the door, knocked something over and left
and left it open.
The light from the hall is
bright and annoying, but not
my lovers snoring.

cjb
10/13/19
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sinselady
sinselady: Depression

I try to exist hoping things will change
I try to be happy
with an anchor around my neck
I can tread on water
but why or why not
I cant get rid of this reality
There's a shoe waiting to fall
What shoe?
The shoe that has a shoestring
tied to my shoestring
connection to happiness.

cjb
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