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On The Wall
With a scent of the wood grain and vibration. Beneath the
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
whittle of my four-post bed and wood chips. Sweeping away
the cobwebs of night. With rockabyes and lullabies and a
shawl. Tossed up in a patched quilt of dreams of two many
nights of the macabre that I have wandered apart from your
elusive shadow. Playing tootsie on the wall.
Published 13th Sep 2021
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