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Blanket

Soft and quiet
It’s obedient,
staying in its place alongside my chair
It drapes its smooth, fabric arms over my shoulders.
It huffs a sigh as it conforms to my body
my warming body.
Its fabric intertwines like a weaved corn maze
twisting
turning
crossing
silencing.
It breathes with passion,
warming my body.
It calms me when I’m feeling my worst
and comforts me when I’m feeling my best.
My blanket loves me
revitalizes me
opens up to me
understands me.




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