Unravel if you will.
If you must.
Time comes with relentless descend.
Unforgettable moments of warmth, and mornings without haste.
This unspoken relation of a purpose.
One reason.
Let us mend, or not.
Strings put back, and in line.
You have always covered my legs, close arms, and slow heaving chest.
I know you have seen my dreams.
Picked up a wet eye without labor.
Defended me from large monsters made of frozen giants.
Night will always come.
With it, a memory of color.
That needs to cover, hold, touch, lay and bend.
My best friend

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