A white blanket tickles my face.
I hide.
with wide eyed holes it grows wider.
fingers poke through.
Im seeing everything.
my life through a tunnel.
My babies arms.
A smell.
my wife.
her charms.
She sees a glare.
a stare through a peripheral.
Black holes.
It all disappears.
Becomes clear
she's the one that tosses aside
My blankets,
My Insecurities.
Shes brings them to me.
My purity.
Purities.
(She covers them with a warm blanket)
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This is so eloquent and beautiful. Such a personal and emotional write, beautiful!!!
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whisper
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