Tonight, I wish I could sleep on a bundle of hay
carefree and gay
I may
even croon
or
watch the lonely moon
Tonight, I wish I could sleep on rags
with my old school bag
as a trusted pillow
even the old willow
bat; that weighed a kilo
Tonight, I wish I could sleep wearing old clothes
in which I easily dozed
that still bears your overwhelming smell
that dwells
in my old heart
you are still a part..
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