I can feel your loneliness
like a blanket you like to cover with.
Let me under your blanket.
I have no skin or nerves.
I am just a golden bubble
that makes you smile.
We create a whole universe
with the shadows of our hands
and minds
on the white, immaculate wall.
Now, under the blanket
it is warm and smells of cinnamon.
The sun rise will reveal
just a golden bubble
sitting quiet next to
your beautiful shinny mind.
in the morning dew
you taught me how to trade hate for sadness
and how to turn disgust into compassion
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