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Nov 2014
Rigid spine,
a creeping spider shuffling
through
the mental aisles.

Sight aloft,
aghast, a ceiling.
Cast away in one’s own chamber.

Preacher’s preaches
drown in water, leagues
below my iron
bedstead.
Written by
MJ L  F
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   Madeleine Dawn
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