The duvet is naked and curled over the end of the bed
it is marbled with an unpleasant grey pattern
Doglady sees me looking at it
I know that looks bad but it's not mildew ... it's fire
??
the last person sleeping there set fire to herself
Saturday Poem
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Death is Smoking my Cigars You know: I’m drunk once again here listening to
Tchaikovsky on the radio. Jesus, I heard him 47 years ago when I was a
starving...
2 hours ago
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