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Always
waiting
After
the day’s trials
A
relaxing place
For
mental cleansing
Sometimes
unkempt
Just
as I left it
I
like storing things
Under
it
Important
things
In
boxes
I
always forget
I
watch TV
And
Snack
on it
Often
wiping
Crumbs
off it
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I
read on it
Sometimes
To
long
Until
the words
Become
fuzzy
Then
I
lay down
And
Rest
my
Eyes
on it
At
times
Those
passionate times
I
share Love on it
During
Love most times
I’m
on the edge of it
A
comfortable place
Under
the covers
Keeping
me warm
Through
nocturnal slumber
Until
prisms of lemon
Kiss
my windowsill
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