Sometimes when I can’t think
I shut my eyes and drink
The darkness in
Let it seep in
to my poor raddled mind
Sip it and soak in it
Slide over the stains
Of my day.
The lost opportunity
The wrong move
The faint crackle of fear.
Let it soothe and calm me
Cosset and hold me
But how I like it
In my image
In my shadow
In my heart
Stitch This 
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