4d
Awake now
the bed's been made
with wrinkles
in the checkered spread
flattened out
no more calamity
the thunder and rain
gone
away
like magic if magic
was about
loss
the bed's been made
with wrinkles
in the checkered spread
flattened out
no more calamity
the thunder and rain
gone
away
like magic if magic
was about
loss
Written by
Whit Howland
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