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Bed

Underneath the duvet,
sanctuary from malaise.
Never to awaken,
sleep my ally.
Slaughter the daytime,
leave me rotting.

Alarm signals morning,
reality oozes back.
Stabbing pains rise,
sickness wells up.
Illness is faux,
insufficient to inter.

Leave me horizontal,
make me diseased.
Confined to rest,
I can dream.

Lethargy is salvation.
Written by bobbedford
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