The Woman Who Swallows the Night

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The Woman Who Swallows the Night

She sleeps in a stupor,
she blows hot and cold.
She shades black and white,
and sips glorious sunlight.
She swallows up the night,
and cries, Poor me, Poor me,
outstretching her hand whilst
lying half-dressed on the bed.

 

 

 

 

Found and Remixed text from
The Mystery of Edwin Drood
by Charles Dickens

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