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May 2019
creaking, creaking, and creaking
camouflaged pearls scattered in the grooves
of wool
congealed and stiff
collapsed in his frame

as the calm winds blow through
as his heel knocks
creaking, creaking, and creaking

the door warps and cracks
as the pearls yellow
as he sticks
and lays
and lies
free pearls  at the getaway where i murdered my husband please call 980-980-9800 for more information
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nonya
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