This happened at 2:30 in the morning!!!!
BLUNT CONSCIOUSNESS Fast asleep Blunt consciousness “What the hell was that?” The colorful lady passed out face down framed her wire cut The wall with laceration a larceny to my sleep The dead of night this cold Spring my husband in Spain I prop up the painting that stares at me the rest of the night as the sun clicks its nails upon the ghostly night Daylight always smiles upon scary things somehow making things right and my honey will be back in my bed tonight 4/21/2018
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