>keep in mind
the bed’s soft billow
its thoughtful handsome
need. why wouldn’t its
desirous fit surprise
supple dreams wide never wane
stuffed gagfull with dead feathers
poking jolting inconvenient jeering
kingdoms tatter torn by a ghost
no surprise this other latenight life.
destroyed at the beck of white noise
keep to your wheat-soft side.
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