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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A cold bed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That feeling of cold insecurity<br>now slept on, feels even more sharp<br>in the morning's light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She holds her hand to her head, <br>her eyes deep and dark, worried.<br>Her face serious.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sheets are her only protection<br>from a hostile world and she delays<br>getting up.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She ponders, worries and frets, <br>but cannot put a stopper in her troubles, <br>they're too large</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sound of an opening letterbox<br>is like nails across a blackboard<br>or the squeak of chalk</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and as she lies there, pale faced, awake, <br>the final demand hits the hall floor<br>like the falling of the guillotine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a></strong></div>