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blanket of lies

sweet little lies
float under my fingers
my fingers, weavers
weaving you, my sweet little lie
you are not the first
not the last
you, little lie
are my safety
keep me sheltered, little lie
wrap me in your many twists
and protect me
hide me
help me
you are the stitches that hold my pieces together
keep me safe from the cold
you know the real me
don't let anyone see
little lie, you're all they need
they don't need the truth
they just want me in the cold
i don't want me in the cold
blanket the truth from the cold
blanket me from the cold
little lie,
you're all i need





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