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I'm a human lying on the bed, tired, ready to sleep.

I'm a bed, weighed down, the human returned to lay on me. 

I'm a room, inhabited and warm again 'til sundown.

I'm a house, quiet, dark. 

I'm a city, at once awake and dreaming. 

I'm a planet, spinning, dancing round and round the sun. 

I'm a solar system, zipping as a white cell through a multi-veined galactic arm. 

I'm a universe, alive. 

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