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Nov 2014
The sheets can't seem to stay on the bed
and the blankets flee from warmth.
The pillows end up across the room.
Every night, I fall asleep at three am
Sometimes it's four or never at all.
My bed is a war zone.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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