Successfully Tired
Throw myself onto the beige softness
I indulge into the hungry cushions
Feeling light and relieved in my feet
I touch the soft floor delicately
I turn the chrome tap and pour the unwinding lavender
Pounder in my kingdom its perfectly filled
My home is my castle
My castle is my feets making
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