It would be
much to dangerous
to talk about
the blankets
composed of
abandoned scraps of
fabric
projects long
discarded
or forgotten
parts not needed
for a defined whole
sewn with threads
loosely attached to
facts
a quilted
concoction layered
over puffed up
empty fillers
designed carelessly
pulled out from musty cabinets
fanned out
draped over bodies
sheilding them from the
cold
realities
of
this
world
~ D²,8.29.14,4: 03 PM
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