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Special Comfort
Disclaimer: [I] I am not a Julia. I am merely transmitting a Julia's poetic voice through data converted to text with the magical power of technology.
[II] No pillows were hurt before, during, up to the end date of the processing of this poem by our staff. I can't promise about afterwards though.
[III] We hold no responsibilities and are not liable for any intentional or unintentional negative outcomes derailed by a Jul- Ahem. The audience from their participation.
Warning: The following scenes may contain; a depressing biography detailing pillows, a lot of wasted feathers, a wall which will not be clean any time soon, disturbing scenes of pillow sequences, and may not be suitable to an audience of a Julia's.
Profanity Rating
PG:AJulia+
Suitable for all audiences
Special Features & Extra Reels
🖕Julia Deluxe Edition🖕
🔊The Truth Regarding J&H 🔊
🪤 BTS - With Heather 🪤
🪦 BTS - How The Wall Feels 🪦
Your signature here, ______ please.
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Special Comfort
Act: #1
A Feeling That Enthralls
This pillow I have will be my first.
This pillow I have will be my last.
As a child, I rested upon the feathery fluff.
Woken up from a nightmare about stuff.
Plucking out a feather gives a temporary buff.
I own a collection of lucious feathers.
Kept beside me on my end table.
They help block the unconditional weather.
Delivering me into a far off fable.
My own personal pillow.
It dispels all the Willows.
This pillow I have is my first.
This pillow I have will be my last.
The years passed without a thought.
Kept tugging out stuffing that can't be bought.
Night after night, my ideal bedding has become shot.
I realized as I became older, enough is enough.
This is a burden I must now shoulder, my precious comrade is now the opposite of overstuffed.
The first pillow I savored.
It saturated a different flavour.
Covered it with a cloak.
It can no longer be poked.
This pillow I have here is my first.
This pillow I have here is my last.
I won't let it burst.
I won't leave it in the past.
Act: #2
Feathers on The Wall
Nothing lasts forever.
Why did it have to be heather?
It brought on an intense endeavor.
She wasn't just a magical sack of feathers.
Set awry from my thrall.
In the fall I saw the walls.
A rebirth of memories would befall.
Love is a passion not to be stalled.
I know she's the one I still revere.
I know she needs to be kept near.
I know she has a purpose which is clear.
The withered fabric I mull.
Would you still be alive if I named you Paul?
Heather is now tethered to the wall.
To view upon as I call.
With her strung up above my bed, I can still sleep like the dead.
© Lelouch Yagami
[II] No pillows were hurt before, during, up to the end date of the processing of this poem by our staff. I can't promise about afterwards though.
[III] We hold no responsibilities and are not liable for any intentional or unintentional negative outcomes derailed by a Jul- Ahem. The audience from their participation.
Warning: The following scenes may contain; a depressing biography detailing pillows, a lot of wasted feathers, a wall which will not be clean any time soon, disturbing scenes of pillow sequences, and may not be suitable to an audience of a Julia's.
Profanity Rating
PG:AJulia+
Suitable for all audiences
Special Features & Extra Reels
🖕Julia Deluxe Edition🖕
🔊The Truth Regarding J&H 🔊
🪤 BTS - With Heather 🪤
🪦 BTS - How The Wall Feels 🪦
Your signature here, ______ please.
🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐🔐
«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»«»🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓🔓
Special Comfort
Act: #1
A Feeling That Enthralls
This pillow I have will be my first.
This pillow I have will be my last.
As a child, I rested upon the feathery fluff.
Woken up from a nightmare about stuff.
Plucking out a feather gives a temporary buff.
I own a collection of lucious feathers.
Kept beside me on my end table.
They help block the unconditional weather.
Delivering me into a far off fable.
My own personal pillow.
It dispels all the Willows.
This pillow I have is my first.
This pillow I have will be my last.
The years passed without a thought.
Kept tugging out stuffing that can't be bought.
Night after night, my ideal bedding has become shot.
I realized as I became older, enough is enough.
This is a burden I must now shoulder, my precious comrade is now the opposite of overstuffed.
The first pillow I savored.
It saturated a different flavour.
Covered it with a cloak.
It can no longer be poked.
This pillow I have here is my first.
This pillow I have here is my last.
I won't let it burst.
I won't leave it in the past.
Act: #2
Feathers on The Wall
Nothing lasts forever.
Why did it have to be heather?
It brought on an intense endeavor.
She wasn't just a magical sack of feathers.
Set awry from my thrall.
In the fall I saw the walls.
A rebirth of memories would befall.
Love is a passion not to be stalled.
I know she's the one I still revere.
I know she needs to be kept near.
I know she has a purpose which is clear.
The withered fabric I mull.
Would you still be alive if I named you Paul?
Heather is now tethered to the wall.
To view upon as I call.
With her strung up above my bed, I can still sleep like the dead.
© Lelouch Yagami
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