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Sheets He's always here- Sleeping the day away In my new bed I bought for you He's here all day When I want to clean And find some order He sleeps on my sheets In his wet spot Cause I threw yours' off the roof But not before tasting it One last time And I think Of the veteran That may have found those Sheets and maybe he masturbates With the Vickie's catalouge He dug out of my trash- Like you used to do. I tiptoe around my room Fearing that I'll wake him And have to talk Sometimes I go downstairs To write a poem for you And then give it him. I remember when you were here And we both slept all day Because I could sleep then And there was no need to clean Because you liked it dirty and I loved you He's always here like you were But I know this time That men never stay.
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