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Clinging-- Closer than Snow Storms Cling to Death, Hearing the Whisper of a Crackle as The Wax Weeps Down the Wick. Clanging-- Four Chimes Ringing in the Silent Night, Searching For an Audience. Can't hide from the pain in your chest-- It's deep. It has roots. My blanket-- It used to be magic. I would come home-- Crying, My bed would greet me in its usual fashion and I would flop, pull the edges of the blanket and wrap them around me. And then I was safe. And then I was warm. I was invisible in my cloth burrito. My blanket is fluffier. More fancy. Regal even. Queens had down comforters--right? It's not the same. It's too soft. It hasn't been cried into for hours, or filled with crumbs from snacks. It isn't stained from being used as a napkin. Ringing-- In my ears, The Silence a Cold Mirror, but Every Time I get Close, my Breath Fogs up the Glass.
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May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
The Comfort of Comforters
I can't make out since how long I have been here It seems like ages but it can't be fair I was in a world which was far and different from ours No their were neither planet nor the stars It was all empty with a sheet of darkness all around It was a place where time has no bound I was neither feeling happy nor have I any kind of grief I am at loss of words in explaining that sensation in brief Once I leave this place I may never be at peace again. Will be lost in haze of materialistic world and might experience tremendous pain. Away from worldly pleasures was the place where I was. I wanna be here forever and peace was the utmost cause
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May 30, 2022
May 30, 2022 at 4:47 AM UTC
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