She hears my words albeit unsaid.
She knows all what’s in my head.
She shares my dreams and worst nightmares.
She wipes my tears and rubs my hair.
She surrenders in my hands, she's always there.
With her flabby body, and old pale clothes,
she will always be that close.
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