a lost girl, frightened, afraid,
feeling vulnerable, insecure,
finds a dirty, nasty,
disease-ridden blanket
in a grungy alley.
She picks it up,
wraps up in it,
feeling safer.
It offers no warmth,
but she can hide,
use it as disguise,
even as it infects her.
And now she's filthy,
afraid of being punished,
if she tries to return home.
So she stays in the alley,
month after month,
wrapped in the disease.
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