Her Sunday Night
Her Sunday night
convulses.
Breath whistles,
crashes on pillow.
Her outer shell crimps.
But inside she
only sleeps.
convulses.
Breath whistles,
crashes on pillow.
Her outer shell crimps.
But inside she
only sleeps.
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