Day 1411

…I’ve forgotten how to sleep
Lost count of giddy farm animals
Should I ever answer the phone again?
Or is this caved in sofa enough
They lied to us, you know,
The poets who swore to the thickness of blood
The difficulty in the wash
It cannot be
It just takes a little dedication
And accepting that holidays will have fewer fights in the future
But what do I know
I can’t even remember
How to sleep…


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