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there's no place to hide things under the bed and nowhere to hide from what's true down here by the floor my soul calls out "more" but knows that its cry won't get through from the futon from the futon everything, always so low from the futon from the futon i'm in limbo how low can i go? i don't have a headboard or boxspring of wire my spirit's hit low altitude the mattress is thin it's itching my skin and that isn't helping my mood from the futon from the futon everything, always so low from the futon from the futon i'm in limbo how low can i go? From Letras Mania