Mummy At My Side
J
James McLain
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Dearest you would so think to speak
with me here laying
next to me.
Easter rabbit lays souls eggs of
sand inside of you.
wrapped up long so history gets
a view of you.
Apple thoughts come running
way from view.
Renaissance from my bed was
made for
souls to sleep a slumbering sleep
of dreams.
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