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Mar 30
I take a deep breath in,
and let it out.

I'm safe here.
The blankets are warm,
I'm cocooned in the crook of your arm.

I worry I'm happy enough to disappear.
That I might somehow transform,
and lose this thing that I absolutely adore.

I let a slow breath out,
and took a deep one in.

All is well once more.
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C F  Probably my bed, tbh.
(Probably my bed, tbh.)   
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