"Creep" blasts,
Thinking of the past!
Throw back lunch,
So delicious!!!
It looks so inviting,
Safety, cocoon, protection. . .
I go there,
Lay wrapped in music,
Swaddled by hands of memories long since forgotten,
Except for when they aren't.
Tool, "Stinkfist" blares and I smile.
There is comfort here. . .
If nowhere else,
There is comfort here. . .
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