It came in on calloused feet
covering me
like a hat i didn't know that i needed
or wanted
appearing suddenly in my hands
comforting and soft
somehow familiar
somehow foreign
i'd distanced myself from the need
in order to not want it
because it was easy
and i was lazy
or perhaps a cynic
but discovering one day that i was cold
my bones frozen
afraid that it would be too late
i will give in to it
just a little
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