Sometimes
When it's cold
I wish
I could fold
Myself
And my life
Up small
And neat
And slip
Unnoticed
Into the warm
Comfort of
A loving hand.
Manuela Cardiga
When it's cold
I wish
I could fold
Myself
And my life
Up small
And neat
And slip
Unnoticed
Into the warm
Comfort of
A loving hand.
Manuela Cardiga
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