if i were to sleep by David McLean

if i were to sleep i would not care where the monster might come to take me unless there were parts of dolls broken, a furnace & an innocence. mad Abby spreads discarded batteries everywhere, she is wearing her heaven sown together from frightened children & dead men, she is made of guns & love & does not give a shit about what words is.  i wish we could all exist

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