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Comfort

It was the sound of him brushing his teeth

The strange immediate kind of familiar comfort

The air felt changed, shifted

My breath caught in my throat in the loveliest of ways

And it was the softness of his shoulders relaxed

That made the air feel warm and eased

If I was floundering, that space stopped it

The warmth that my own place couldn’t bring

Surrounded me and held me safely in its arms

And the clicking on the keyboard

Or soft strum on the guitar

Filled my head, my senses, my being

And I felt at home

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