This pillow's way too soft
my thoughts travel in lines
they each go marching one by one
like brainwashed nursary rhymes
With no support from fabric
I'm swallowed at the neck
the understanding reaches me
as I'm consumed by my bed
Here comes the frightful nightmare
that it seems I'll have tonight
matbe I'll die, or float away
and never see the light














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