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My ceiling won’t shut up
and I don’t understand
what it says to me,
what is going on

Its portraits: interactive,
it’s words and runes were true
it moved a bit too fast,
confirming what I knew

Am I a bit dyslexic?
that is how I feel
maybe, I’m going deaf,
or I’ve lost my touch

That’s not what I fear,
merely what I hope
it keeps me up at night
to think it’s learning English

I know that we are close,
but friends? I’m not sure
perhaps, co-dependent
and mutually abusive.



wrote this when i couldnt sleep the other night