Cold Bed
Awoken late at night
A storm inside your bladder
You cannot win this fight
You arise before you shatter
You wash your hands relieved
You desire the warmth of your bed
But not like you believed
You were met with cold instead
The warmth has left your bed
You close your tearing eyes
Your lengthy pee has lead
To a cold sleep till sunrise
YOU ARE READING
I don't even know
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