You know.. there's this stuff, at home,
call' cushions, pillows - just hangin
colors - all aroun', for
a long
time, and you've been
thinkin oft:
„ What the hell
were they so many,
doin' here for? '
Then, it comes - that day -
when you'd be lying
down - for long
time, and they,
they
becomin that
single
best
thing, the head
could have
e'er
wish' for..
03/12/2016 © Neran Sati
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