the mountain on my bedside
table has been growing since
morning, and it doesn't look
like it'll stop anytime.time to scale that paper mountain
and conquer this snot dribbling
out of my nose, bring on the cold
medicine induced haze and more
wads of tissues. the world is
spi-nn-ing, lull-a-bies a-re a-sin-ging
and thendear
dear
sleep...a/n: great great i am sick and i have an evening event to attend what do i do :( also dedicated to helena because snot is unpoetic here ooch :p
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Poetryburn my paper soul with the fire of your love | POE 56 | cover cr @softaen