Interesting ceiling

Hanging my head,
At the edge of the bed.
Watching the ceiling.

About all those times,
My reactions stumbled out,
Revealing a contorted view,
Of sanity.

To all those strangers.

In some bizzare way,
We met again
And became regulars.

Hoping somehow,
That memory doesn’t,
Come to them.



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