I woke to a scream,
I was stuck to my bed,
held in place.
The door opened,
it was death,
I couldn't breath.
Posted by Mark Gary McKenny at 03:30 0 comments
time to eat;
as little.
like i'm homeless.
bread and tea.
Posted by Mark Gary McKenny at 03:29 0 comments
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