The stars shine above
We are only ash and bone
Drifting cosmic space
Brain on overdrive
Deadly heart palpations
The room is spinning
Inner crook of arm
Calls for the needle of bliss
But I hate needles
Driftwood dreams and stones
Rushing river runs below
Heartbeat in my ears
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
