Poems From a Pillow!
How lovely your hair
So oily and full of nots
please use shampoo soon
Your snors they rumble
Do not turn your face to me
I will smuther them
Your mouth is open
You will start druling again
Sticky piles of ick
I know your secret
There is another head here
You are so grounded
Who is this head here?
She does not belong to you
I will keep her scent
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