On Poem: White Ceiling
White Ceiling
arc
So I lay here on the bathroom floor
Feels like I never made it to the shore
Ssst, there's a knock on the door
Stay still I don't bother anymore
Swarm over like I’m a discount store
Asking all the questions, I've always wonder
Check the pulse, not beating any faster
Mother feels my cheeks, it’s getting colder

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