Click this text to hear Alex read this poem “You sleep here, our guest“, he ushered proud with gestures through a darkened door that hid the horrors of the pinky cloud and unicorns with flowing hair upon their head and for our slumber; the truly mocking, garish, pink fairy princess bed. Stiff-armed corpse I, gazing… Read More

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