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Monday

Four

4 am and the body
Sags, a puppet
With nothing left
Being held up
By stimulant and sturdy
Front desk

Caving the curvature
Frames the top and drop
To the floor
Empty inside, no more
On elbows body bowing
A husk
Posted by Alexis Wood at 4:40 AM

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