Mesopotamia knows
That we walk as ground.
We had flow,
Wings now.
Crawls... if chose.
Adjustable today,
We walk still in bed
Soft and cuddly
Memories sink steadily
When gets mad or beg.
Either way,
With a fist, kneel, or head...
History of the pillows!
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An evocative and thought-provoking piece. It captures a blend of ancient history and the intimate, often overlooked details of daily life in such a unique way.