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You burst out in poetry.

I'm staring out my window.
My neighbors have a trash heap
of boxes and clothes and garbage and wait!
A purple pillow!
How I would love to sleep
on a purple pillow at night,
and whisper it all my secrets.
To tell it I love it, and squeeze it,
and hug it, and kiss it with care.
And conquer the world!
Together.