velvet carpetA Poem by Davidgeoit'll end up like this (how did it end up like this?)velvet the touch moist on my lips at first it is bliss and then again the sunshine we get used too over and over again and again the day turns to night the cold robs the warmth and of course what was rich now becomes poor and here comes the head it now meets the floor just like before human the touch moist from the blood our warmth through the night in lieu of sunshine
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