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Today's poem is to write about an object. This has been the hardest poem for me so far.



Bed

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Too simple
Write poetry
My head thinks
My heart knows
Deep down
Dreamy passions
Float to the surface
Drown the fear
Take a pill
Go away
Walk the walk
Talk the talk
Trees and apples
Pie and bread
Quilts and cozy beds
Fear and loathing
Despair and desolation
Cold water and frozen peas

My bed beckons me