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The comfort when sick

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The comfort when sick.
The warmth when cold.
The one to hold,
when I felt so low.

As the sun hurt,
A shade to my eyes.
The rain falls in drops,
You bring me to cover.

As the tears run down my cheeks,
You wiped them away.
Softness, as you touched my lips
And you smile with a gaze.

Those hands who pull me close.
Where I feel at most home.
My hands that touch you.
I hope you can feel me too.

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