Pillow - Poem by S.I.M.
you punch it whe you're mad
you hug it when you're sad
you punch it because it can't punch back
do you hug it because it can't hug back?
it can't hurt you; can it help you
it doesn't feel, it can not feel, it is inanimate
is it a comfort or a crutch?
or is it just somewhere to rest your head
what is a pillow? a puff o' fluff?
alot more? what can it be?
how do you see?
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