Your fur is tainted
spotted and dirty.
Your nose is a little crooked
from being pushed into my chest.
The fur on your ears is a bit matted
Because of all the times I bit them.
You've got a bloodstain on your left shoulder
from one of the nights that I was upset.
There's a collar on your neck
that seperates you from all of your kind.
Your name has somewhat lost its originality
"Ears" just seems juvenile.
But you,
All that is inside of you.
The memories that you hold
and my silent screams that you keep.
It's all that I have left.
You have become my significant other.
Ears, My pink stuffed pig.

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