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October 8, 2013 / austreberto

b.r.i.p. (bed rest in peace)

b.r.i.p. (bed rest in peace)


i had awoken to not a single thing disturbed




everything was exactly where i had left it from the night before


the sheets weren’t kicked off


the pillows stayed put

(one underneath my head

while i cuddled the other)


it was a war zone most mornings

(i love the smell of napalm and morning breath in the morning)


but the battlefield looked more like a field


just a field



while i laid in the middle

counting the sheep-like clouds as they slowly scooted by


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