Pincushion
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i use a pincushion for a pillow.
i sew steel wool blankets.
i press my hands to my eyes
to see the stars that guide me through my
anxiety.
nights navigating the ceiling.
there's no sense in
traveling today in circles,
so set your sights on me.
it's hard to sleep
with miles ahead
bearing down on me,
and someone so intent on loving me.
who knows where my strength lies?
you're so assured,
with patient hands i can be lured.
darling my eternal no turns yes for you.
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