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sometimes
i open my armoire and i stare at the skirts
all the different colors and fabrics
and i make a pouty face
and i think about when, many moons ago, it was warm enough to wear them
but just sometimes.
i open my armoire and i stare at the skirts
all the different colors and fabrics
and i make a pouty face
and i think about when, many moons ago, it was warm enough to wear them
but just sometimes.