by kimberley veart
We used to fit so well, it was all so comfortable.
We wore each other out, I suppose. Mended and patched until we matched.
You were like the trusty sweater I could reach for when the days turned cold. I knew (well, I thought) you would always protect me and brighten me up as the world grew grey.
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