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Thick fog
Heavy as wool
Grandma's blankets
Tight up around the shoulders
Weighing me down
Smothering me kindly
With love
I feel held by this softness.
Her beauty, the Wren
Magnified by the mist
Sits atop the thorn
And sings of his triumph
There's no need to hide any more.

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