You, held me,
While I cried
Lending me your softness
Like a Cuddly toy
You, know me better
Than I do myself
Not because of what I tell you
But because of what I dont.
You, have heard the secrets
Never to be told,
On, not alone,
But lonely nights.
You, my dear pillow
Though not handsome
Have been more constant
Than those who vowed Constance.
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