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The Faded QuiltOur love is like a faded quilt, Comfortably warm, It folds us in. Its patchwork, Our memories Of blues, Pinks And grey. Knitted together, We are strong, If in places, A little frayed. But, I know that if I died tomorrow, I'd be happy To live within it, Forever. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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