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Comfort
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2007 Our words fit
In all the places we’ve dreamt of
Lego’s for thought
Comfort in a chicken noodle soup love
The dreams that fix our minds together
Keep turning
The way the noodle hit your lip
The warmness that spread within me
Sloshed sloppiness was enough
To put a smile on your face
Wait till tonight in bed
The triangle light the door casts
The silky edge of a security blanket
Nostalgia seeps from the threadbare silky
Some things will never change
