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You weaved a blanket that kept my heart warm, it was a comfort on those days when you were at work and I was home. I cuddle up on the sofa, and when I think of me sitting here I feel the warmth of that blanket caress my thoughts, and I know I'm no longer alone.
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Its The Little Things...
You weaved a blanket that kept my heart warm, it was a comfort on those days when you were at work and I was home. I cuddle up on the sofa, and when I think of me sitting here I feel the warmth of that blanket caress my thoughts, and I know I'm no longer alone.
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
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