quilted
raze this thick blanket
of well-worn white
does little to comfort
me when it spends so
many of its working
hours bunched up
on the floor.

even_now, i can feel
it curving away from me,
a sentient serape with
no desire to be
defined by the life
it was born into.
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from