Buried Box Bright Red
Resting
Underneath
My soggy
Sweat-Filled
Bed Keeping
Me
Residually
Residing
In My
Head
Death Bed
Dead White
Faded Lines
Stain its Lid
And
Yet Again
I Find Myself
Ill-equip
To Handle
It So
I give
In Yet
Again
I give in.
12 December, 2008
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