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Procrastinate With Me


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Hot air and stagnant thoughts
Lay along the floor.
Heavy like sleep,
They turn their heads to
Blink at my feet,
Mingle involuntarily
With my bobbing ankles,
And suck only enough
Energy in to sigh
It back out.
It’s hot and smoky
And dark
And they know that I like that.
Sly bastards, my thoughts,
They find a way to find everything.
They already know they
Have me.
Since they already know,
I might as well
Just lay down here
For a minute,
Or two,
And procrastinate
Myself.



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