Sometimes a blanket is more than just a blanket
a warm blanket covers the cold woman
soothes her
a familiar scent takes away the cold
it is soft
gentle folds running over her shoulders
leaves her
drier and warmer and happier then before
i am coverless
i am a naked wreck
i am freezing out here
and you won't let me in
i am sure your heart is warm
but you just won't let me in
i am sure your arms are soothing
but you won't let me in
i am sure your scent would be familiar in no time
but you won't let me in
no gentle folds runnier over me
you leave me
eyes wetter, heart colder, soul sadder then before
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