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I was thinking

about this bed

that I lie in,



I needn’t

cloak myself;

I needn’t be shy.

This bed

is intimate with me.

It knows

each contour of mine

and my distinct smell.

It engaged

with my screams

and cries.

This bed I lie in, each day

has seen my dark side.

When I am away,

I ache for it;

its familiar caress.