Dec 27, 2018
A Quick Wince And It’s Over
It seems that to live Is to be Vulnerable And to die Is to be Snug. So I must be slightly Masochistic, Or at least enjoy A good fight Because my bed is never Comfortable So long as I can feel My breath in my lungs And I can never be content When lying still Knowing that for Decades, Centuries, That is how I will remain. So I embrace the blizzards. There will be an eternity of comfort. Later.
~C.C.
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