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Dec 2020
I was sleeping on a warm deathbed afore,
And now the weather changes— it rained,
Coldness embraced my warm deathbed.
Pitter patter at night is an aide to sleep;
Eyes feel heavy and so as my breath.
Written by
Double King  19/Agender
(19/Agender)   
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     Eshwara Prasad and Khoisan
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