My Object of Affection, Simba-
As long as I can remember
Soft plush nestles against my skin,
My security blanket,
But not a blanket at all
Rather a ruddy old stuffed lion.
Plush pilled,
With white faded yellow,
Mane matted,
Painted eyes slowly chipping away.
To others it may be trash.
While to me it is
The hundreds of tears cried,
The stale comforting smell,
The friend that was there
When my world felt like tumbling down on in.
And something to talk to when I had no one else.
That old raggedy lion may look like a goodwill misfit
And smell like a carpetbag,
But he holds memories that no photo album
Could ever withstand.
That ruddy old lion spread eagle on my bedspread.

xD remember that time we told you that we threw him in the ceiling fan? xD bahahaha. good times.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.