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AbiJoy

United States

That's a pangolin, in case you were wondering. :) I really love stories and I need them to survive, bring me your stories and I'll bring you mine. I guess you could say what I'm looking for is a friend, even if that friend is fictional. Thanks!

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He he, angsty stuff. This is just what I think of when I think of humans in their habitats, they get stuck in a world that's too perfect. It's too easy to do nothing. lol

Human Habitat

June 28, 2018

Been sitting in the room for too long.
Stagnancy means sickness.
I should stir things up but I am far
far
Too tired.
Dust coats the floor
and the rails of my wooden bed.
The dusts tell truths
That I can never admit.
Sorry to sound too sorry for myself,
But the curtains have to stay closed
because,
well,
just because.
If any room I'm in is
A reflection of myself
Then the empty water bottles 
must be some kind of omen.
 
The title of this poem was borrowed from Alison Hawthorne Deming.

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