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Oct 2016
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.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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