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Blanket Of Words

I used to weave words,

Into blankets on cold nights,

Protecting me from the wind,

Which hurts more than it heals.

But, now, the blankets are ripped,

And I’m shivering in this wind,

For I know, a storm is coming,

And I’ve nothing to embrace.

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