You made it through the night.
I don't think its rained yet.
So you're pretty much protected.
still covered.
There's an extra scrape on you
( I think).
And a fleck of dirt.
The little red love-hearts
seem a little blurry-
on their white plinth- mints.
But I'm not sure-
if its my eyes playing tricks on me.
And when I look
There's a tiny ant crawling up your-
chain.
What did he want ?
maybe I'll see you tomorrow.
( Object response)
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