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Her Warmth


Her warmth is all I need, 

all I want.

Her warmth is what I need to feel content,

all I need to make it through the day.

I need it everyday, for if there is such day that I don't have it,

my soul will be unrest. 

Her warmth is magical, one of a kind.

Her warmth is what defines her, for she is my mother.

Her warmth is what I yearn for, what I will cherish everyday until her warmth slowly becomes a mist of cold air.

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