I’ll keep you warm, he said,
can I keep you warm?
Can I keep you
safe from the storm,
safe from the swarm,
safe from the demons
in all of their forms.
Can I keep you warm?
~12/20/13
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(That moment when you write a poem and a few days later he says an exact phrase from said poem to you, without prompting or provocation). Shit like that makes me all kinds of fuzzy from cosmic alignment and stuff. Haha.
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