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Hands spread across the top
smoothing wrinkles from the fabric
one last time

Dust rises in the air
at fingers touch
melting into sunbeams

Tranquillity seeps from the moment
each fold made with care
hiding away the pattern of bright colors

No more starry nights
snuggled beneath its warm folds
having dreams in it's saftey

As with all things
packed away in dark corners
no longer needed


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