My Bed

My bed, my beautiful perfectly cubicle unusual bed, 
the one place I can sleep forever, without being dead, 
iv'e had dreams, seen ultra light beams and red in
this bed, oh this lovely, comfy non bumpy of a bed,
almost touching the wall, my legs, on pillows, my head,
rest where the bearer of bad news isn't fed, hibernation 
for me instead, I can sleep right here, right now in
My bed, my beautiful perfectly cubicle unusual bed.

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