in the bed you lie
past day light,
resting your mind for all
those nasty words
you will soon say,
because you no longer
have the need
to be nice to me;
and, for long periods
of time with each
other have lived,
waiting for the day
when the door will open
and a new one will
take you place,
and the madness will
start all over again,
which is why I've
been given a nice
discount on beds.
29Feb16
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