The Book of Jam
A diary of my subtle life
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Night Nursing
She knocks at my door
Despite already having the key
To open my doors and walk inside me
Now bent over my bedside and without manners
She presents the required dosage for tonight's ailment
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