I want to be back in my bed,
where the covers safely hide me,
warm and safe I spend my day,
as my mind looks deep inside me,
I want to have you next to me,
to hold and call my own,
our metronome each others breath,
curled in our downy womb,
my life can fall to dis-array,
when no one else can find me,
but the only thing I'll ever need,
Is what you can supply me.
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