Oh Dear Pillow

There will be Dust and Disgust,
You’d Soak in their Tears.
There will be Fights at Nights,
You’d be Trapped amid Fears.
Nothing would Work for You,
No One Will Care.
None would Respect Your Being,
You’d find All Unfair,
When They Sob on You, or,
When They throw You in Rage,
Don’t Worry, Sweetheart,
I Will Be There to Cage.
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