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An Adulteress's Dream

I have a lullaby for an adulteress.
Rest your head, but not next to your husband.
Close your eyes and imagine yourself under different sheets.
Listen to comforting music while you contemplate your sin.
Remember your mother's breast as she whispered you to sleep.
And hold onto your pillow while you avoid an accusation from a stone.

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