Bed

Why do I have to leave it?

The warm hollow of the duvet,

Cruelly torn away from it,

By people who don't understand,

A mattress with my form imprinted upon it,

Is hard to tear away from,

And not hesitate.

When the weekend draws nearer,

The harder it gets,

To be ripped away,

Dragged from heaven on earth.

The End

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