Bed 01 r00m 205 dorm 3
Milton hills subdivision
My body is aching
Eyes are tired
Hands get cold
Feet are weary
Need someone to care
Sheltered from the light
A romantic flame of light
Embowered with a sweet-pleased song
Lubricates to my soul
So soft so smooth
Stretches my toes
Urging my unrest back
To lay down on my bed numbered zero one
My transient home
Spend all silent sleep
Above my quilt
Buried memories of woes and sadness
Within my pillow
Absorbed the tears of sorrows
Replace happiness scent
A warmth welcome dew
For a thrilling tomorrow
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