my blanket was my rose

Love is a great emotion. I loved my blanket. My lover loved my blanket.
I didn't give up my Love I only fought for it while i was feigned. Some
may think of me as cold but thats the way the made me. I am in a
struggle that is all. One night i found that my blanket was the center
of my Love. I literally communicated (with body language) with this
blanket as she appeared become a giant rose at my side. I don't need
much care, I need to care for another.???? to be continued

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