Man, O man
Sit by my chair, weaving
Longer thoughts: The reed
For a comfortable win
Cuddling your warmth

Lonely I remain
As a chair
A chair, flung to the corner
In a little damp and dark room

Nestle me: Rainbow of dark nights.
You humans
Do know magical craft

Entwine me by your
Creeping silence
Lonely here, I remain a chair

Man, O man
Melt your form, molding
Curious thoughts: The probing
For my cosy win
A home to say own, till you sit.

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