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deep
deep
deep below...
My size has become so small;
like a newborn child seven months premature, 
almost loosing his life to the cold chill that is a hospital room, 
to weak to cry to announce his name.
so small...
Hands like flower petals, that easily bruise when touched.
Enjoying their fragrance; for it smells like untouched youth that has been forgotten.
deep
deep
deeper below...
In my mind I am laying curled up, so each body part is connecting,
so I may gather warmth and be at comfort with myself.
But I am displayed to be sprawled and uncaring,
my eyes are numb for they are tired of seeing the ordinary;
tired of trying to make appealing a mere piece of cloth;
not allowing the light to be permitted through the window.
deep
deep
so deep below...
I have been slowly sinking into my bed, feeling the sheets floating against my skin;
having their affair with my body as it caresses me,
for I am not in focus with my senses to know what's going on.
I have let myself dumb down, for it is more peaceful that way.
deep and deeper
the pills go down
deep below 
there is no sound
below myself
I could not see
now hush away
for I shall sleep.

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