A blanket like no other
Toasty and plush
Just like my favourite woollen jumper
On a crisp winter’s day

It holds many memories
For each day one is woven
Durable and compelling
Like the love that fills my body

On a captivating spring afternoon
This very blanket was being formed for me
Its intricate, fine wool being woven
By someone I will forever love

This blanket is my memories, which make up who I am
If it were lost
My heart would be nothing but melancholy
A blanket like no other



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