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Blanket

The night keeps getting colder, I watch from the window; Watching the snow fall. Separated by a frosted glass, Growing misty with steaming coffee, Huddled into a chair, Feeling the warmth of your voice Wrap me up like a blanket, No matter where you are, Though we haven’t met so far.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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