1:02 AM
and i can't sleep.
one arm can, but the rest of me,
well no.
heavy with the weight of death,
that one bad arm tingles
all the way from the bathroom
to the kitchen,
and when i touch the door handle
its like seven different string rays
attacking the same limb
in some sadistic harmony.
but i want something.
cheerios and milk.
ice water.
something to
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