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Monday, April 20, 2009

Dead in a Bed

It sounds of nothing,
holding hands (that is)
in a wood cabin all day.

Your mind has long drifted
in a search for the gold
that was yesterday.

You feel the walls shake from the door slam.
You don't know who is going through,
or when you do.
Posted by Nairda Ecartal at 11:27 AM

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