The bed in your heart
I beg to spare for me
I shall rest
as I am infest
with the wounds from life
from too much strife
to you I seek
the alms of hopes
and trust of taste
and link of lines
i shall sweep it neat
with my hairplates straight
wipe the dirts
with innocent arts
smoothen the ridges
with hands of sensing bridges
intensify the joys
by dancing with toys
lessen you sorrows
by chirping with sparrows
cool it with kisses
and calm it with wishes.
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