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Stomach: lonely
Curled up in the
familiar ring,
she went to sleep.What a world, little churl!
-from Though Walls
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January 22, 2009 in saith the poet | Leave a comment
Stomach: lonely
Curled up in the
familiar ring,
she went to sleep.What a world, little churl!
-from Though Walls
