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Bedtime stories


Screams, hushes and whisper in the night,
no children in sight and dreams
are tucked up in bed, a quilty hideout.

Behind a pub’s front door
alcoholic talk,
various people's second home,
where some men x-ray the ceiling,
the wear out floor,
women's backbones,
a jointed snake in Twilight Zone.

Venom.




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Publicerad 2023-12-24 08:05



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