Bed fellow

Its smell would percolate a sleep
Like one’s white sheet of shroud,
One’s formaldehyde death smell.

Please go on to recognize a face
Behind this brown smell of death
Who has embraced smelly sleep,

A fellow that would sleep a hole
In the crevice of your daily sleep,
The bed bug that was bed-fellow.

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