Sep 27
My bed, a gift I ignored,
In tired times, it has stored.
He hides his fatigue,
In silence, so sleek,
But like me, it’s rest he’s adored.
In tired times, it has stored.
He hides his fatigue,
In silence, so sleek,
But like me, it’s rest he’s adored.
A long and tiring day, many things to do
(29/F)
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