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Twilight
Measured gurgles perform off key
Accompanied by the sound of uneven breathing.
The nose breathes in--
The mouth breathes out,
Each distrustful of the other
To carry out the necessary task.
Gone are the soft down pillows
Where sweet dreams gathered.
Now life requires a more upright position.
Her head propped high to let the air in.
A gnarled hand clutches a dinner bell
Whose dulcet tones belie its singular purpose.
One ring, two--but no one comes.
Complaints go unanswered,
And each day in the old house is the same.
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