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I’m
a
worn blanket of connotations
Long ago
knitted by callused hands
There’s a hole here
and
there
Yet the whole still coheres
Lately,
however,
I’ve noticed my
edges
And how
the
threads are beginning to
fray
They’ve some way to unravel
'Til I'm no longer useful
Or
able to comfort what's
inside this bed -