Warm
All I need is something warm
The warm embrace of my mother after a hard day of work
The warm embrace of my heated blanket, turned all the way up to six during the bitter winter nights
The warm embrace of my cat, wrapping himself around my leg as I walk outside with a cup overflowing with his favorite cat food
The embrace of the hot, sticky, humid air
Wrapping itself around my skin as I walk through the city streets of Manhattan on my 16th birthday
And even on a deserted island, the warm sand engulfing me as I see crabs
Shuffling by, feeling that same
Warm
Embrace
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