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Milldog Slumionairre

 When you wake. .........    up  
 More   ................      than  
          .....down  
 
        Icy      cold concrete  
Seeps into                         old bones  
  And muscles  
 
Chilly thighs meet, and for one  
**Terrifying** moment  
 
It.feels.like.you've.pissed.yourself  
 
These are good days  
      Like a winning scratch     off  
 
The mill smells of roasting dog  
Food, ambivalent...  
Churning bile and hunger  
 
Those are every days.like  
Hollow eyes and  
A vacancy  
Everyone struggles to fill  
 
Wandering aimlessly  
Puppets to alcohol or  
Worse vices  
 
That send you sleeping  
   On frigid stone  
 
....  
Then there are the days you really *do* piss yourself.  
 
 
Written by Tardegrade
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