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insomnia soup

There will be no sleep
Again today
I've misplaced my meds
And the weather is cold

My bones are on fire
And the cosmos
Has turned to soup in my head
Brushing against my nerve endings
Letting me know
That I am excruciatingly alive

(C) Indie Adams 2014
2-9-14
Day 2 of my 30 day poetry challenge
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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