In My Slumber Let Me Stay...I Prefer It This Way

Poem By Brenda Finch

pastel-y watercolors
fast asleep
for in reality
they
make not a peep
it's not their fault
they're only
so deep.
Shhhhh..
don't wake 'em
the shock
would kill 'em.

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