Couch.

O! couch you are not here

You were old so we threw you away

but couch

you shall be new. You shall live again

I am cold. My bones ache for your soft plush.

Your touch. You and pillow are missed

I can’t wait to meet you tomorrow couch. I can’t wait to see you again.

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