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Vices
By CryMeaRiver
The first cigarette of the day is my favorite
the dizzying numbness of a morning buzz
forcing my body to the ground
sticking there, like my backside
has been lathered in gorrilla glue
thick as leather, molasses
I want to stay on the ground
cushioned by my beautifully cheap walmart rugs
In this big old house
where my appartment is this small room
with a big door
and I feel safe
under the blue and white quilt I stole
from my grandmothers
its soft smell, soothes me to serenity
when the outside world convulses me
into mania
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Copyright 2019 CryMeaRiver
Published on Friday, October 18, 2019.
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On Tuesday, December 12, 2023, SolApathy
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These words are so much more than the sum of their parts. I think many people feel this way every morning...
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A former member wrote:
I used to have one of those blankets. Not blue. But it was warm when a lot of shit was cold. It seemed to have an unending capacity for tears and with stood the cleching of many bad times. But like most things from my youth it’s gone now. Great write. Thanks for sharing.
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