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Once alive, I now hang dead and blackened from your weary shoulders.

You covet my warmth, yet your heat permeates my every fiber.

Peeled away from my life-giving blood, my once supple skin is now toughened and cold.

But I envelope you, protecting you from the storms that surround you.

You pull me close, until the unyielding heat creeps between our skins. Your body burns and you shrug me away.

You discard me, pushing me into the darkness, but I wait.

A chill will prick at your senses,  your storms will return, and I shall press my skin against yours, and comfort you once more.

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-K.R. Rowe. KRRowe.com

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