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Friday, November 10, 2023
Yesterday like bedsheets
Yesterday like bedsheets
Pulled high up to my chin
Dreams not premonitions
But torn curtains and thin
Brighter tomorrows wink
But the cog grits its teeth
Yet another pillow
And a tooth underneath
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