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Transit ship

I was too big for you
My legs just didn't fit in that bed
And we slept every day in it
 
I just wonder on the next small bed
I have no intention of cutting my arms
 
Small, small bed
Where I am just a host
A temporary relief
For both of us
 
And again
My dear destiny
Welcome
I got my arms open
Haven't I.
Written by a_methyste (hlightdroid)
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