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Chaos
Cracks glass making sharp shards
Threatening, pain, death, stress, screams, worry
Distorting images from what they seem
To be comforted through comfort is a blessing
Hiding, cozy, safe, away
From the mad crazy out there
The gale force winds so terrible
You can’t even smile or breath at in while in it
Comfort is safety, reassurance, assurance
Protection
From dangers, storms, ruins, misery
Take chances sure
Still to be happy
A warm breeze, a thunderstorm, the engine hum, from a safe ride home, a campfire and learning about stars, knowing about the temperature on mars, being happy to be warm instead, to feel alive and dead, to want adventure but nothing of dread, to keep your sanity, keep your head, decorate for the seasons, wear warm cloths, the soft tissue blowing, after the sneeze from the nose, the friends and family and warm apple pie, to feels safe and alive and like you may never die, to feel content and happy without having to really try; all these are nice comforts.
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