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My Pillow

My pillow Becomes my dearest friend When I got sorrow or secret That cannot be shared Expecially when I'm hurt by Someone intimate Someone awed It absorbs all my sorrow Like a sponge Fullest to the brim Never let me down Whenever I retreat to rest From a day of strenuous and tensions It has all my tears and laughters Hustle and bustle of life

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