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May 14
The first night I wear my winter duvet,
it will not be followed by day.
My body will anchor to the mattress,
encased in heat, a thousand matches.
How can feathers be so heavy?

I will never understand my winter duvet.
How it will make time slip away.
Written by
Lucy Devine  17/F/Yorkshire, England
(17/F/Yorkshire, England)   
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