I hold him tight

Crush him against my ribcage.

My Winnie, he is so soft and cuddly!

He was a gift I got six years ago from my first boy-toy

His fluffiness attenuates my nervous shivering.

My embrace is so strong, I'm afraid,

I might blow him to pieces.                                                    My Winnie, he is so yellow and cute.

Every night he sleeps beside me.

Guardian and keeper of all my dreams...

Clench my teeth so that my animal

Growls of grief won't be heard by mummy and daddy.

When my pain tap is closed,

When my cheeks are dry,

When there are no more tears to cry,

And my misery is almost washed away...

Oh! No! What have I done?! I forgot to wipe out my make-up ,
And now my Winnie-the-Pooh is so messy and slimy!
My Winnie-the-Pooh is polluted with teardrops and mascara...

 

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