Soft and warm and always there,
Dark or light, you fight my fears,
Wrapped around is my safe spot,
I love you so much, how could I not,
Dependable, durable, a little old,
But keeps me warm in the cold,
Grateful for this safety blanket,
Only happy when tucked in it.
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