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[poetperry]

One broken chair...an overturned desk...and empty can of whipcream...a half eaten jar of cherries, a skewed dresser and a water logged bathroom later....

Neil finally slept.

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[mumbling_truth]

Of course, there was a very visible Poet now snuggled in Neil's arms, also asleep after all that. Perhaps this fact, especially was the reason for the mess in the room.

And maybe it was another passing gift, but his dreams were peaceful.
Full of joy, bliss and contentment.