Taking to the bed. Lingering.
Until a box carried you out.
I always hoped it would be quick;
a car crash, a stroke, the bull —
to spare you.
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 5:11 PM UTC
Taking to the bed. Lingering.
Until a box carried you out.
I always hoped it would be quick;
a car crash, a stroke, the bull —
to spare you.