Momentary Sometimes pieces of you become woven and entwined back into my life... Briefly creating a fabric of warmth and familiarity... That invariably returns to feeling as cold as ice. April 11, 2021October 26, 2022 by Ash Ochoa Poetry Categories: My PoetryTags: Cold, fabric, Memories, No fabric softener, Poetry, Should've gotten a better quilt, You 5 Comments
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