Lead Bed
Listen
it's faint heartbeat
an old metronome, a
slow demise, embracing a
cold death
A Normal Day
I dream
Of flying, fast
Over the summer sky
I feel small and light, what am I?
Garbage
Treasure
Fearful
Of it's sharp gaze
Wondering if it's safe
Trying to steal food for my lost
Children
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