As the sofa takes action, revealing the smile
of the promising, not being seen in a while,
with demonstrative steps I walk further, and in
to my bed, where I fall and expenditure win.
It is not that I have any feelings against
being caught by the sofa and that way be sensed.
It is more a motif and a matter of choice:
It is bedtime, and late for the promising voice.
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