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Grandma’s drapes

Breeches of breathing
Among the wounds it gapes
Holding breath as to not
Startle grandmother’s drapes.
Those ditsy floral drapes
Will soon drape my body.
Will soon wrap it
In a scene ungodly.
We are just people
In ditsy, dusty floral drapes.
In shallow, bunk bed graves.
Written by tea_for_bee (Bella C.)
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