Bed^2

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I want to stay in my bed.
Want to bury my face in my pillow.
To have my thoughts quieted by tired eyes.
Stay perpetually because I feel warm, safe.
In my mind the gears turn so fast I can't keep up.
My emotions all combine to one, serenity.
Bed, the escape.

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