My Blanket

								
I’m ragged and torn, 

	but well loved.

I lost many beauties, 

	but I’ve gained secrets.

I am a storehouse of moments.

My language is the heartbeat 

	of my human.



My human has gained love in me, 

	and now I live on memories.

My human, is precious to me 

	but I am losing it.

During the day it leaves, 

	and comes home late.

I spend hours of mourning 

	without it.

I keep its secrets, 

	but it keeps my heart.



I remember when I was young,

I would take spinning baths 

	with my human’s laundry.

They were joyful moments, 

	but the baths stole my beauty.



If I were young again,

I would be more careful.

I am ragged and torn, 

	but well loved.


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