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Upon the mattress she     lies, with her head moving back and forth slightly, and dreams progress, as eyes will show,        fluttering, hauntingly.        The gold folds spill on top    of pillows smashed and creased from use, and her feet are exposed at the beds end        leads to smooth skin shown        Only glimpses of    freckles, that scatter on bare legs. The blanket drapes her middle. Blue        linen surrounds pale body,        Which has become part of    the atmosphere in this room. Her presence known, only, through memory and slight,        quiet breathing near window light.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
Chamber
Upon the mattress she     lies, with her head moving back and forth slightly, and dreams progress, as eyes will show,        fluttering, hauntingly.        The gold folds spill on top    of pillows smashed and creased from use, and her feet are exposed at the beds end        leads to smooth skin shown        Only glimpses of    freckles, that scatter on bare legs. The blanket drapes her middle. Blue        linen surrounds pale body,        Which has become part of    the atmosphere in this room. Her presence known, only, through memory and slight,        quiet breathing near window light.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
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