Tender as a mother's touch
Comfort me in the dead of night
Weave into my soul
Like a grandma's knit
Be my play toy
When boredom strikes my little feline
Let me craft
With every touch
Intertwined within you
Are many me(s)
Break and I will discombobulate
I wish I knew
That needles were stronger than knives
To be spun together for a million lives
Like yarn, we bind with every friction
Fleck me with your hue
Spin me around
With your nimble hands
Adore me
On your busy days
We tuck in to the closet space
Unravel to an endless tale
On a cold winter morning
You wrap me around
Like a warm summer
Find me lying on a lonely counter
The one for you
If you break, I will discombobulate
I wish I knew
That needles were stronger than knives
To be spun together for a million lives
Like yarn, we bind with every friction
Fleck me with your hue
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