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Aug 11, 2009 19:43

Gently you fold me,

like a piece of paper,
to place in your pocket,
forgotten in the wash

Tenderly you clasp me,
around your neck,
to hang down,
to tarnish and rust

Gingerly you wrap me around you,
drape me across your skin,
like I'm your favourite shirt,
torn and full of holes

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curioussquid August 11 2009, 21:35:39 UTC
thats beautiful...

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wednesdayscat August 11 2009, 23:23:34 UTC
Thank you.

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