Find a position, two pillows in loft, one soft, one bigger, yet two dislodged. On the right position turn even hug two arms, bent the bigger fold care, the pillow torn to one willow dropped glare. Then in motion a shuffle stem feet, find the pillow first, the arm lofted around the bicep, flown loft, then soften the head, the turn around care, and the arm one bounty, the fairing motion, the healing rare. In binding form, how two pillows a child with care, how often the healing just the form with clothes warmth to bear, and fold again, the comfort the hand caught beam, around the strength, the two pillows shuffled, one to the comfort shown shuffle a pair. And that is all you get from me. A sleepy morcel to the sands of time, fourteen years experience to a max dosages sedative divine, for one love, and a creepy man, is it healing for one time? What would you like, two pillows to buy, or shuffle with wear, or just a sniff, for a piss or shit, in two eyes needing glasses ripped pair? And that is strenght, just lying in bed, with two pillows and a yawn, how doing nothing is sunshine, for another slip, two sandals and a crayon drawn. How easy it is, to do nothing to breach, to love, a tender morsel, and two butchered kids, one item to bridge. A yawn again to capture, how a sick diagnosis can fair, to just one position, or just a reshuffle, and a sentence to life, in a tear.