Its On My Bed Poem by Not Long Left

Its On My Bed



its on my bed,
when white words
become red,
its on my bed,
when the lonely,
paper gets read,
its on my bed,
when i think of the dead,
it on my bed,
when i rest my weary head,

its on my bed,
and it takes up all my space,
but i would not want it any other place

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