Why a Pillowfort is my Home
My pillowfort protects me like no other
I hide there as the shutters slam
The walls mutter
That pillowfort of curtains and blankets on the wall
Draped from the windows, all along the hall
When the seagulls call and sea drifts
The birds fly small and swift
It is a place to go and hide
When there is no place to reside
Remind me!
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