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Sleeping At the Foot of the Bed

Eider down comfort comfortably comforting 
Distant imperceptible traumas unimaginable. 
Feather pillow softly laid my head 
As under a Mother Hen's wing 
Unperturbable 
But cold wood floors shock my soulless sole 
From the foot of the bed. 
Unconsolable.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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