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The sheets and blankets are too big For such a little bed.   They drape their fringes on the floor, And dribble dreams with red. The brain can’t sluice the nightmares out Though a grate stopped with cloth.   Thick curtains collect spiderwebs And flutterings of moths.
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
The Moth and the Grate
The sheets and blankets are too big For such a little bed.   They drape their fringes on the floor, And dribble dreams with red. The brain can’t sluice the nightmares out Though a grate stopped with cloth.   Thick curtains collect spiderwebs And flutterings of moths.
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 1:07 PM UTC
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