Pavement Bed/Don't Know.
Cold,so cold. Someone had stolen her coat. Pavement Bed,lays her head. Curled up like a squiggly fetus ball. All she needs is a flipping pound! 2 not have 2 lay head on pavement Bed. Uncomfortable,as one would be on hard ground, Melissa howls for the moon 2 come down. ©Wired6. 1/11/2021
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