#1080892 added December 9, 2024 at 7:33am Restrictions: None
my island
my eyes are sore
my lungs wheeze and gurgle
I lie here and don't want to get up
I hear the TV in the living room
but this bed is my island of solitude
I cough without infecting anyone
the furnace tries to keep the house warm
as it drains my bank account
I can only afford to reflect
on the folly of my youth
I was a juvenile
so very truly juvenile
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