perched in the center of the pillows
I wait for her to come and hold me
so I can give her the soft comfort she needs
no matter how time flies
and I watch her age
she still needs me
she still wants me
sometimes she still squeezes me through the night
and even if I end up on the floor
or thrown, forgotten, in the corner
I know my time will come
to be perched in my spot
waiting to be in her arms again
-Turtleberry 2012
Inside the Shell 
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