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you don't know how grateful I am for you, sleek and white and silent, as I stain your fabric with secrets between sobs. Someday, I promise, I'll make it up to you. I'll dress you in those mustard-colored cases I've had lying in the Home Goods bag for over a month. I'll cover you up and let you be modest for once, pretending my life is as happy as your new clothes.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
to my pillows
you don't know how grateful I am for you, sleek and white and silent, as I stain your fabric with secrets between sobs. Someday, I promise, I'll make it up to you. I'll dress you in those mustard-colored cases I've had lying in the Home Goods bag for over a month. I'll cover you up and let you be modest for once, pretending my life is as happy as your new clothes.
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
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