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Stare at me
Head tilted to the side
I watch you from the window

I provide you with that sense of security
The blurry vision
That's me

I am your friend
I do not wish to hurt you
I'll soak up your tears when it's cold

I have no face
No hands
But I can sense when you need me

I hope this message reaches you, my love
All the best,

Anonymous

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