Pillow

I’m like that pillow
That hides your face
When the movie is scary
That you love to embrace

 

I conceal what is scary
When you want to escape
So mangled and beaten
I’ve lost my old shape

 

I’m ever so Casual
Always lying around
But next time you are mad
Please do not kick me around?

 

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