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Love is an old coat.love is an old coat, threadbare and worn by so many, but lovely to behold by those blinded by the coldness of lonely. And so we slip into love, and bask in the warmth it holds from years of snugly keeping others in bliss, and we hate to remove the feeling of being wrapped in another's arms, so often we button our lips tightly sometimes, and wear love in moments that make us uncomfortable, but even then we still cherish all of it's softness. It is only when the holes that our dearest wear in the old coat let in the bitterness, only then do our frosty shoulders shrug, so that the old coat is removed and tossed aside for another soul seeking it's embrace... and we walk hunched against the frigid winds of loneliness once more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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