The girl made of cushion,
Too soft for her own good.
Anyone, please, hold her.
Anyone, please, use her.
Anyone, please, rip her open.
Let the stuffing bust out.
empty her
So she is nothing but a cover.
No padding left.
Now there is nothing to cushion the blow
Patched up, the stitches concealed.
By Gemma Elsom (Girl Genius)
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