Untitled Poem #134

Posted: October 20, 1992 in Poetry
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arranging my stuffed animals neatly
seems to rest my mind,
giving it a stump to sit on.
curled up on my bed,
I wall myself in with
bodies stuffed with fluff,
still so little in a big body.

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