Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Words are blunt instruments
25 August, 2014
Stella - 1955
It is the thirteenth of the month
My bad-luck day
I don't want to set eyes on
or great a single soul
Every time it is the thirteenth
I don't get out of bed
I close the doors and windows
buy my eyes refuse to close
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