Bedrails Poems - Poems about Bedrails

...That morning I prayed to flickering exit signs, to the hum of fluorescent lights, to anything that would listen in that sterile room. Then— your cry pierced the air like dawn cracking open th......

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...keep the rhythm steamy old-timey no high speed bullet train but an old engine sixty nine coming down the line always on time but slowly loco loco loco loca loco loco loco loca lo......

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