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My chest is wound tight. The breath doesn’t come easily. What rattle? What wheeze? The child leads me to the shed out back. What happens here? rattle I don’t know. wheeze Do I know the child? Of course I do. It’s _______________________.
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
Sleepytime #2
My chest is wound tight. The breath doesn’t come easily. What rattle? What wheeze? The child leads me to the shed out back. What happens here? rattle I don’t know. wheeze Do I know the child? Of course I do. It’s _______________________.
co-written by Keelie A. Sheridan and Joseph Kurtz
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Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:56 AM UTC
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