most people enjoy the sheets and
the matress that is put upon the bed
the most wonderful dreams that
always seem to fill their head evermore
but when i lay upon a bed
my body feels as if in a war
so no cofy pillows
or blankets for me
or even nice dreams
because confort as i see it
can only come from sleeping on the floor
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