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       My Bed


       My bed
       suddenly
       knows you are gone.

       It is growing cold.

       It weeps, 
       wrenches up its sheets
       hoping for you.

       It wants to be
       a screaming siren
       calling
       for you to come home.

       Through all the empires of my dreams
       it is haunting,
       crashing happy endings.