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I FELL THROUGH MY SOFA

I fell through my sofa last night,

found a dark place

where the dead collect

with old coins, crumbs

reminders,  nail clippings,

the memories of lost souls.

 

It was a place of horror

and I fought back

to enter my sofa once more.

 

You might say it was imagined

just a dream

but who knows?

who cares?

 

 

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