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Mar 2015
I am your pillow underneath your head,
Where you scream all your nasty thoughts when,
You are mad.
Or where your blood shot eyes,
release their lonely tears when,
You are sad.

I am your pillow
I can hear you speak
When you whisper
All your deepest thoughts
Into Me.

- N. Morin
Nicholas Morin
Written by
Nicholas Morin  California
(California)   
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