I've fallen in love with an idea; a thought.
A dream perhaps.
A vision of a future with comfort and meaning.
I think I dreamed that I had that dream.
It doesn't exist, twofold.
I've been told that I'm too wrapped up in myself.
A blanket made of my own skin to keep me warm.
I wrap others in the blanket and I can see their breath.
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