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A Little Prince Rests Unaware

by @s-lyman-temple

~ Cockroaches track cigarette ash over the table and across the window sill. A thin, scabbed, tattooed hand rocks the bassinet and a sleeping baby is bought in and out of sunlight distorted by bent mini-blinds. As she scans open and empty cupboards wondering how she can still produce milk, an expected knock comes. Frantic eyes scan for signs of stirring as she needs her little prince to sleep through the trick. /
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Jun 13, 2017
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