as the ice melted
she never knew when
chill of loneliness turned
to warm aloneness
in wilderness or in crowded rooms
it wrapped around her
snug blanket of comfort
you, only you
it whispered to her
you are the overflowing pitcher
you are fullness
you are the fount
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she never knew when
chill of loneliness turned
to warm aloneness
in wilderness or in crowded rooms
it wrapped around her
snug blanket of comfort
you, only you
it whispered to her
you are the overflowing pitcher
you are fullness
you are the fount
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