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Feb 2015
I don't need lullabies
it comes naturally to me.


This bed makes me
forget about the hurt, the anger
and even the joy
This bed makes me
lifeless and numb
as a corpse.

If I could be here all day in the arms of my pillow
under the body of my blanket
I will stay.

And never wake
up
from this slumber .
Written by
Seven
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