shifting bedspring shifting morals in my world\ eyes clouded lights dimly set against a sepia clored photograph soft breathing delicate paw-pads touching my senses hushed, silken quiet creaking gentle rustle chirping summer sounds outside thickly lashed eyes fluttering open opulent moon above drifting through old lace curtains made from grandma's old wedding dress fanning eggshell light covers the floor lids slowly droop shut sleep creeps inBirth sign: Not entered
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